Here's an update on what the 2010 Christmas season brought to our house. Chills, fever, body aches, vomiting, stuffy noses and sneezing...and it's all been AWESOME!! I haven't left my house since Monday and my attitude could stand some "tweaking" but that's not bloody likely. It's getting surly in here and people are starting to turn on each other. Our presents could be used as projectile missiles in the event of wanting to hurt people. I'm pretty sure I could hit a target from 100 yards away...I have one in mind.
Olivia started puzzle season yesterday with our annual doing of the Texas puzzle Becky gave Olivia many years ago. There's lackluster support for it at this moment. White Christmas is playing in the background and packages are still arriving every 30 minutes. I've no idea if everything I ordered is here and I don't even care. If I thought cussing would be appropriate, this post would be laden with many.
This disease infested Christmas season reminds me of the one in 1995 when Olivia got the Chicken Pox and then Owen got the Chicken Pox and then after the pox left us, vomiting ensued. Oh...it was a jolly old time for real. The whole event lasted for about 5 weeks and I thought my life would never be the same again. What an idiot.
And with all stories....or most all of my stories....I have pictures to back it up. This was back in the day of developing film and Lord knows I spent so much money on bad pictures but it was my number one job as Mom to get documented proof even if the photos were questionable in excellence.
So as I said, Olivia came home with the pox and then as with all diseases, she had the privilege of passing it to any siblings that hadn't had it before.....that would be Owen. So I have a picture of the boy with the pox
and another
The girls were doing their best to participate in the merriment. I had some cute little girlies.
Owen is doing an excellent job of showing how miserable he was at 6 months old and having his first Christmas with the pox. For some reason, he reminds me of a salamander in these photos. The girls' faces just make me laugh because they're so stinking cute.
This is post pox for Olivia....present pox for Owen....pre-vomiting for all!
Caitlin's trying to prop up the baby boy but he just wasn't having it. Poor thing.
But even in disease, I had to document the season.
Meredith wore this red velvet dress in my wedding and 10 years later, Caitlin wore it for Christmas.
Emma's wearing a dress of Carmen's that I loved and Suzie gave to me for my kids. She's pretty adorable in it.
I think I can hear the sound of hurling just around the corner. Emma's adorable but also a bit paler than normal.
Cutie pie.
Olivia's wearing Nina's dress also passed to us. These pictures of her make me so happy. She pretty much sums up Christmas in a child's eyes here. I love it!
So cute. I want to squeeze her.
Reflecting on her many Santa hopes?
Christmas morning arrived on schedule. It waits not for disease and pestilence.
Emma was a little shell shocked. I look a lot scary.
Olivia's checking out her doll house Santa brought.
And yes I know my couch is very busy but I still miss that couch! It was the most comfortable of any I've ever had. Sigh...
Trying to entice pox boy with toys.
Olivia having a moment.
All I see are noisy toys. Why did I do that? Why?
Then we moved on to Grandma and Big Frank's, but Owen was still miserable. Poor baby boy.
But Maggie had a successful Christmas morning with a karaoke and a ballerina outfit? ACES!!
Emma took a turn.
Owen's still drugged and numbed.
This is standard fare for John. More pictures like this exist of him than any other. Sounds like a future post.
This was the Christmas from hell, but it wasn't over yet....there was a trip in store for us.
Wait and see.
1 comment:
omg maggie in her dress with her backpack on hahhahhaha
so cute kids, though!
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