My family has decided that this is one Christmas we won't mind forgetting.
We had a good time and ate well. My mom and I made Harris traditional Christmas cookies and I made sugar plums, because I found a recipe in the newspaper and I've always wondered what they were. They were good - dried fruit and nuts rolled in sugar, basically. A rich, somewhat exotic flavor.
All my planning and preparing for hosting my Mom's side of the family for a Christmas Eve lunch went really well. Everyone brought something to eat and we had a big 5-gallon jug of sweet tea and plenty of tables and chairs and believe it or not, we fit 20 people in my house for a sit-down lunch. It was wonderful and lots of fun.
But while all this was going on, there was a contagion roaming about our midst. My nephew, 18-month-old Noah, started throwing up during his second night at the house. He'd never been sick like this before and all of us were worried. At one point during the Christmas Eve lunch, he made his way to his Mommy and I picked him up out of habit and he threw up all over me. I'd never seen anything like it. His mom and I were both in tears, we were so heart broken for him. That incident cleared one of the tables....I can't imagine why. =)
That night he was still sick, so his parents took him to the ER in the wee hours of Christmas morning. They got back before present-opening time and told us he had a highly contagious stomach virus. I went into panic mode and wanted to clean everything Noah had touched so Sam wouldn't get it. Meanwhile, Noah's mom had already been felled by the virus. And then came my turn.
By noon on Christmas day I was bed-ridden and it was AWFUL. I thought I was dying. Thank God no one else got sick after me. Everyone departed the House of the Great Plague by noon on Friday and I couldn't even get out of bed to say goodbye. Kind of put a damper on our Christmas. But at least I was able to see Sam come down the stairs and declare all the toys "mine" before I got sick.
Santa brought him a nice train table and train set and all kinds of other goodies. Poor Noah was so exhausted and medicated he didn't enjoy his Christmas morning much.
My son's behavior has confirmed my decision not to give him a birthday party when he turns 3. Here is my edited Christmas video. Sorry, for most of you this will be REALLY boring. It's mostly for the grandparents who couldn't be with Sam Christmas morning (it lasts about 4 minutes). Here are some things to look for to make it more entertaining: count how many times my son says "mine!"; look for the puke bowl for little Noah; count how many times you have to see someone's rear end because they got in front of the camera. =) Enjoy!
We had a good time and ate well. My mom and I made Harris traditional Christmas cookies and I made sugar plums, because I found a recipe in the newspaper and I've always wondered what they were. They were good - dried fruit and nuts rolled in sugar, basically. A rich, somewhat exotic flavor.
All my planning and preparing for hosting my Mom's side of the family for a Christmas Eve lunch went really well. Everyone brought something to eat and we had a big 5-gallon jug of sweet tea and plenty of tables and chairs and believe it or not, we fit 20 people in my house for a sit-down lunch. It was wonderful and lots of fun.
But while all this was going on, there was a contagion roaming about our midst. My nephew, 18-month-old Noah, started throwing up during his second night at the house. He'd never been sick like this before and all of us were worried. At one point during the Christmas Eve lunch, he made his way to his Mommy and I picked him up out of habit and he threw up all over me. I'd never seen anything like it. His mom and I were both in tears, we were so heart broken for him. That incident cleared one of the tables....I can't imagine why. =)
That night he was still sick, so his parents took him to the ER in the wee hours of Christmas morning. They got back before present-opening time and told us he had a highly contagious stomach virus. I went into panic mode and wanted to clean everything Noah had touched so Sam wouldn't get it. Meanwhile, Noah's mom had already been felled by the virus. And then came my turn.
By noon on Christmas day I was bed-ridden and it was AWFUL. I thought I was dying. Thank God no one else got sick after me. Everyone departed the House of the Great Plague by noon on Friday and I couldn't even get out of bed to say goodbye. Kind of put a damper on our Christmas. But at least I was able to see Sam come down the stairs and declare all the toys "mine" before I got sick.
Santa brought him a nice train table and train set and all kinds of other goodies. Poor Noah was so exhausted and medicated he didn't enjoy his Christmas morning much.
My son's behavior has confirmed my decision not to give him a birthday party when he turns 3. Here is my edited Christmas video. Sorry, for most of you this will be REALLY boring. It's mostly for the grandparents who couldn't be with Sam Christmas morning (it lasts about 4 minutes). Here are some things to look for to make it more entertaining: count how many times my son says "mine!"; look for the puke bowl for little Noah; count how many times you have to see someone's rear end because they got in front of the camera. =) Enjoy!
Some pictures, mostly from the Christmas Eve potluck.
TJ and Brian putting Sam's train table together. They had WAY too much fun.
Family photo taken Christmas Eve.
We fit ALL these people in my house!
Sam and Noah. I love how happy they are downing Spinach Artichoke Dip. Noah later puked this all over me.
Me watching everyone else do all the work. =)
Waiting for the food to be ready
Sam chillin' with his (my) cousins.
1 comment:
Thanks for putting up this video. I missed the part with Sam and the rest of that morning is pretty much a blur as well, so it was nice to have a refresher! I am so glad that everyone is healthy again! Love,
Teresa
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