For the first time in a long time, I can honestly say I'm uber glad Christmas is over. This honestly was one of the worst Christmas Days I can ever remember. It started out great enough. We were invited to friends house for Christmas eve dinner, and we had a great time. There were about 15 people there and it was very relaxed. The food was fantastic and good times were had by all. We drove around to look at Christmas lights and made it home in time for a webcam chat with Gramma and the girls. We made it to bed early and were looking forward to seeing the kid's excitment on Christmas morning.
Colby came in around 1:30 to tell me Joey was crying (they share a room). When I went in, Joey had puked in his bed. I cleaned him up, stripped his bed and brought him in bed with us. Then the puking continued. I'm sure we used all the towels in our house that night.
Colby came in around 7am, uber excited for Christmas. I didn't have the heart to stay in bed, even though we had just fallen asleep. I packed up a groggy Joey and moved to the couch. Santa had set up a treasure hunt for Colby's big gift (a Wii that was all plugged in) and I felt soo bad I couldn't follow him around as he looked for clues. Rob took pictures of him following his clues, and then as he opened his stocking and presents. We tried to get Joey to open his gifts, but he just didn't have the energy. We went back to bed and got up around 12. We managed to get some Gatorade into him and a few crackers, and he opened his presents and stocking. It's only been today that he has started eating. I will be taking more pictures over the next day or so of Joey with some of his gifts. His most treasured gifts right now are a mini daschund stuffed animal that he carries around, and a book that I found on Ebay called "Knight Rider: K.I.T.T Vanishes".