Having one wake up with a high fever and proceed to vomit on you…three times over by the end of the day…doesn’t lend itself to the merriest of Christmases. But, somehow, the spirit of the day allows a mother to overlook having Christmas vomit and toy packaging flesh wounds to simply enjoy the day and the fun that being together and giving gifts and celebrating Jesus can bring.
The gold gifts of the horse playset and the electric scooters were a real hit. Heard Ashlyn say today as the three-man scooter mafia took over the ‘hood, “This is the best gold gift ever!”
And, I may just relive my own childhood dreams and sneak out during naptimes with Ashlyn’s new metal detector. Anyone else looking forward to using some of their kids’ new gifts?
It’s a shame my mom didn’t plan to have enough food for the crowd. I’m sure folks went to bed hungry.
And, Christmas wouldn’t be complete with the pseudo mean old Uncle who promises 8 children that if all of them are silent for 15 minutes, each will get $5 cash and then tries tricking them into making noise. Good thing Lydia was sick in bed or she woulda totally wrecked this for them all, no doubt.
Now that I know they can actually physically do this, life is changed. “You absolutely can wait here for 10 more minutes. I know you can because you sat still and quiet for 15 minutes last Christmas!” Oh yeah, I’m totally using this to my advantage.