It’s December 27. I just came in to write a post about Christmas and found this draft from a few weeks ago, the weekend of December 5. I am happy to report that we’re all well now. Or on our way, anyway. Adam is on his second round of antibiotics for an ear infection, but seems to be feeling much better.

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It was a super-fun weekend in the Kitchen home. I have a cold and have lost my voice, as usual. Alex has a cold, possible bronchitis, and is miserable. Avery spent the better part of Friday night throwing up all over herself and her room, and she has a little cold as well. She needed two separate baths because she puked in her hair. Alex got no sleep that night either because of her and his own coughing fits. At one point, in the pitch black room, he told me he saw baby Jesus, and I got kind of worried about him. Turns out I think he was just actively imagining their Little People nativity set. We all finally got some sleep from about 5 to 7 am, and they ended up missing Aunt Jen’s baby shower, which they’d been very excited about the next day. They both are having major attitude issues – whining, being defiant, and just generally being difficult for the sake of being difficult. Adam is a little stuffy and threw up his dinner tonight, and Don has been spared so far. Like I said, super-fun times.

Despite the plague, we’re trying to get into the holiday spirit. I had visions of us trekking out into the fields of the Christmas tree farm down the road as a family, searching for the perfect tree on Sunday, but we decided that it would be better choice for Don to do it alone. I stayed home with all the sick kiddies and he bundled up and left. Adam napped and the twins watched The Super Sleuth Christmas Movie for about the 5th time in 3 days. Avery is already quoting the movie, and when she asks to watch it, she calls it “Christmas comes tomorrow,” but she sings it the way they do in the movie. Cute. I was a little nervous that Don would come back with a Charlie Brown tree, but he chopped power-sawed down what is probably the nicest tree we’ve ever had. So thanks, honey, for braving such a cold, windy day and for getting such a great tree, and for scaring off the lady who tried to chop it out from under you!

I spent the rest of the day trying to get the ornaments on the tree while keeping the twins and baby out of it. Don went back out and strung lights on the fence and hung wreaths on the windows while trying not to turn into Frosty the Snowman. The house looks merry, even if it’s occupants look and feel like they got run over by reindeer.