Holiday Recap

Wow, I almost happy to get back to the regularly scheduled programming. It has been great to see everyone, but it can be tiring getting the kids around.

The week before Christmas, Xander had a nasty stomach bug. It involved repeatedly vomiting in his bed. It took me a couple sheet changes to finally figure out to lay down towels. The poor little bunny didn't even seem upset by it, which is better than him wailing away and waking up Josie. The thing that woke me up was a wet cough followed by his light turning on. When I went in to check, Xander said "Pee" but the smell said otherwise.

The next day was ok until evening which included projectile vomiting. He wasn't sick after that but it took several days for his appetite to return. Chris and I woke up with sour stomachs at one point but that was all.

Chris's mom visited all that week, so the attention lavishing began before Christmas. Even now, Josie seems confused as to why she doesn't always have someone smiling at her or holding her.

Anyway, we visited relatives galore. The kids were spoiled rotten, favorites being two different Elmo toys and Woody, among others.

Chris was home the week after Christmas and he proudly spotted Josie's teeth working their way up. He leaned over her to play and she started screaming. "Hey, look, you can see where teeth are coming in." They haven't rubbed through, but you can see where the gums are bumps. Oddly enough, they aren't the front bottom teeth, but are the sides of the bottom. We'll see what comes through first.

Xander used the break to work on his language skills. Mainly, he's putting together short sentences and he is saying "No." A lot. "Nonono." "Mm-mm-mm" usually is accompanied by a head shake. He's using his new found powers of the negative to decline foods he doesn't like.

He also, largely due to his illness, regressed on the potty training. The ironic part is he does well when we are out. At church, he disappeared from next to me and I see him heading to the back. When I caught up to him, he was trotting along saying "Go pee." I followed him right to the rest room and surely enough, he went. Now we just need to work on going at home.

And that is the completely disjointed account of our Christmas break.