Christmas Eve we went to the 4:30pm church service. Despite major tears, we put Adam in the nursery because the service was being held in the traditional sanctuary which meant it was a quieter service. Adam and quiet don't mix well. Owen sat with us and did very well. His favorite part was holding the candle during "Silent Night". I've never let him do that before so it was a big hit!
After church we headed to my aunt and uncle's house. It was so nice seeing everyone, however I didn't feel like I really got to talk and catch up like I would have liked. I guess that's just our reality right now. Adam was very busy and hobbling around on his peg leg, trying to jump off every step, and doing laps around the downstairs. I couldn't really keep my eye off him for a minute. The food was delicious! Owen ate about 25 strawberries, which came back to haunt us a few hours later.
Once we got home, we put Adam to bed and Owen and I got everything ready for Santa. I really wish I had a secret camera to video how adorable and excited he was for Santa to come. He put out cookies and carrots and had lots of questions about how Santa would fit down the chimney. I told him that Santa is magical so he'd find a way. Sometimes he asks the trickiest questions. Someone should write a book about what to say when your child asks you tough questions. I'd definitely buy it and read it!
Before bed, we sprinkled magical reindeer food on the roof just outside his bedroom. That was the last of our blissful, Christmas magic.
A few hours later (around 11pm) he woke up with a horrible stomach ache. The stomach bug has been going around his daycare and I just knew it was a matter of time until it hit our house. However, I was praying it would not happen over Christmas. I got in his bed and rubbed his head and asked him if he felt like he was going to throw up. He told me "no", but that his belly just really hurt. Next thing I know, he sits up and throws up all over my face and hair and in my glasses. I jumped out of bed, gagging, and yelling for Mike. It was horrible. Just know that neither Owen, nor I, will be having anything strawberry related for a very. long. time.
Poor guy was so sick. I felt so badly for him. The next morning he was so sick he didn't even feel like opening his presents :( Adam would go over to him on the couch, lay his head next to Owen's, and give him a kiss. Then, he'd bring him a gift to open.
So we watched Adam open his presents. He was really into it and his excited face was priceless!
None of us got out of our pajamas all day. Our brave parents came over to visit. The best part of my day yesterday was taking a 2.5 hour afternoon nap. By the evening, Owen was starting to feel a little better.
He woke up feeling fine this morning so we went over to Papa and Finny's house for breakfast and to open some gifts.
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| Is this a forced smile or what?!? It made me laugh so hard. |
It ended up being a very nice Christmas, despite Owen not feeling well. All of us were given wonderful gifts and are so fortunate and blessed!
Now if the rest of the week could continue at snail speed, that would be nice :)
And congratulations if you made it this far!




































