We've slowly been getting back to normal around here, although how normal can it be when Dad has two full weeks of vacation? And why is it everytime Jonathan has vacation, we all get sick?
Most of us are mostly recovered now. Two years ago when Jude was a wee baby, we spent a week long vacation sick, on the couch watching "LOST". This week was like and extended deja vu.
Before we were under the weather, we were able to celebrate Christmas morning at home with the kids. We also gave Ezra a hair cut. He no longer looks like a poor, unkempt, homeless boy.
I don't want a hair cut, Mom.
Jan and Alan came over Christmas evening and gave the boys some NERF shotguns. Oh boy howdy, were those a hit. Jude can barely load his gun and pull the trigger, but he still enjoys holding us at gun point during diaper changes.
He also enjoys his very loud whistle from Grandpa Rick. All the kids enjoy those whistles, but hopefully since I confiscated them immediately, they'll forget about them until oh....let's say May.
We celebrated Christmas with my dad and sisters and their boyfriends, on the 26th. Alan and Jan joined us and helped bunches with food prep and clean up. It was the first time hosting Christmas at our house, and it was fun! A lot of work...but very fun.
Sadie was an angel in our church's Christmas play. It was so stinkin' cute to see all the small chillun's singing "Away in a Manger". And then to cap it all off, Joey B. announced loudly during the silence at the end of the song "MINE DOESN'T WORK" (talking about his fully functioning microphone).


