It has been a very hectic two weeks, hence no posts over Christmas. Nicky kicked off the festivities on the night before Christmas Eve by developing a stomach virus. He didn’t give any indication of feeling poorly, he just stood up suddenly when we were out to dinner and started vomiting EVERYWHERE. Poor little guy. Needless to say we all slept badly that night and none of us were 100% for the next couple of days. Nicky spent the next 24 hours on the couch watching Frosty the Snowman on repeat while he was in recovery. Sam spent the next 24 hours on watch after Nicky looked at Sam while being held over the sink and vomited straight into his mouth (luckily, Sam’s immune system survived the direct assault). I spent the next 24 hours washing everything that had come within 10 feet of Nicky, bleaching any surface that he had even looked at, and washing my hands neurotically in the hopes that I could keep Kate healthy. The one silver lining was that all of our sterilization efforts paid off and baby Kate didn’t get sick.
Nicky rallied from his sick bed on Christmas morning and was completely amazed to find the tree buried by presents. He spent the next 4 hours unwrapping everyone’s presents (pictures here). What better medicine to help you forget that your tummy hurts than piles and piles of presents?