We got...the stomach flu! Actually, it was an evil stomach virus from the devil himself. At one point, my dad asked "Am I going to pass away?" To which I replied, "I hope not...you're sleeping in my bed." Dean woke up the morning of the 23rd projectile vomitting, but felt better by about 2 that afternoon. In fact, my parents took him to the park, then we all had dinner at Cracker Barrel. Marcus started feeling funky Christmas Eve afternoon. Just before dinner, I got queasy, but rallied until bedtime, when I finally had to give it up. Dad got so sick in the middle of the night that he had to go to the ER at 3am. Mom was fine. (Which is odd, seeing as she, the transplant patient, has virtually no immune system.) She kept telling us "I just don't get stomach viruses." Famous last words. She got it Christmas night. So, needless to say, it was NOT the Christmas we'd hoped for. My dad doesn't even remember us opening gifts and thought yesterday was Christmas day. I kept having to take gift-opening breaks to sit down with my head between my legs. Poor Dean had boundless energy, so we took turns keeping him entertained--whomever felt the best at any given moment played with him and his new toys. Instead of our traditional turkey dinner, we all had dry toast. But at least we had each other, right? RIGHT. Marcus and I felt much better yesterday and I woke up starving. The first thing I want to eat after I've been sick is pizza, so we ordered one. It was wonderful . This morning I had a divine cup of coffee, so I think we're on the mend. Mom and Dad headed back home and Marcus and I have been deodorizing th house and doing many loads of laundry. We've got to get Dean outside today lest he get cabin fever and wreck the joint.
Here are some pictures of the better parts of our holiday! Regardless of all the ick and sick, Dean had a great time. It was such fun to see the magic in his eyes, especially when Santa paid a surprise visit on Christmas Eve, riding down our street on the fire truck to make sure everyone was being nice:
My camera battery just died, or else I"d show you a picture of our display that we've been working on. I'll post a picture later. We learned something new about Christmas each day and made a little craft or colored a picture about it. Dean's favorites included "The Wise Men brought gifts to Baby Jesus," "Santa says 'ho ho ho'" and "We wear Christmas pajamas." Our mantle is lined with our little projects and topped with holiday cards, many of which include pictures of some of our favorite people.
I'd say despite the illness, it was still a pretty good Christmas. Now we have a birthday party to plan for Mr. I'm-About-To-Be-2!
I hope you and yours had a very Merry Christmas!