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:
Santa paid him another visit while he was sleeping, leaving some pretty fantastic loot:
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!
Well, I am glad Dean had a good Christmas even though the rest of you were struggling! Praying that is the last Christmas any of you will spend sick!
Posted by: AJU5's Mom | December 27, 2009 at 10:43 PM
It sounds like the same kind of Christmas we had at our house. How bizzare to read about another family that ended up with stomach flu. It went clear through the ranks at our house too. My poor kids, the felt like crap (no pun intended, or maybe it was) but they were still bouncing off the walls as all the adults were groaning in pain.
I am glad to hear that everyone is on the mend at your house. And I love your little project idea. We tried to do something similar, but it just didn't go over all that well.
Posted by: Heidi | December 28, 2009 at 11:58 AM
That blows. We got it on the 26th. I'm going to blame you guys because I'm pretty sure these things can be passed via comment sections.
Glad Dean recuperated in time to enjoy his Christmas and let's all hope for better luck next year!
Posted by: rkmama | December 29, 2009 at 02:35 PM
Glad everyone's all better now!! And I LOVE that look on Dean's face in the picture with your dad. PRICELESS!!!
Oh... and a sit-and-spin? Deano is a lucky boy! :)
Posted by: Heather | December 29, 2009 at 04:51 PM
so when reading about christmas crafts, my dyslexia interpreted "we are christmas pajamas." oh, kittens inspired by christmas. <3
Posted by: Logan Arrowood | December 29, 2009 at 06:04 PM