Let me start off by saying that the week leading up to Christmas was less than pleasant in our house. Morgan woke up one week before, throwing up. Two days later, Tenley did the same thing. By Monday (the 23rd) Rylee and Paul were puking and Beckett and I became the lone survivors. Christmas Eve I started feeling off. It didn't seem like a stomach bug type of nauseous but more of a morning sickness kind of nauseous. Since the latter was not possible, I just brushed it off. Except it didn't go away and we ended up leaving my uncle's house early because I just felt on the verge of throwing up. Sure enough I walked in the door at 10:30 and went straight to the toilet. It's unfortunate for Santa that Mrs. Claus went down on the biggest night of the year. Lucky for him, Mrs. C is organized. He did a pretty good job. I was impressed. I woke up Christmas day not feeling my best but much better than the day before. The show must go on!
The girls were all so into Christmas this year which made it that much more fun. We didn't get a ton of pictures other than the morning since I was not up to par but I think we captured the important stuff. Most importantly Greg. In my Mom's sweater. With a moose mug.
Merry Christmas! The shitter was full!
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