A long December

December was, of course, a busy month for us. We had family parties, Christmas concerts, yada yada yada. I'll make shorter posts about some of these later. Christmas was great. The girls loved it. It gets more fun as they get older. I especially love Christmastime because my entire family is in town. We had everyone over to watch the Las Vegas Bowl and we hung out a lot. One fun little story from the holidays: we went to the Larry H. Miller Christmas Carol Sing-Along at ESA the Monday before Christmas. I started feeling ill beforehand, but we were already downtown at a party at Tyler's work. The arena was crazy packed, but we had good seats and sat with some of Tyler's family members. Something just wasn't right with me, and about halfway through the concert I knew I was going to barf. I ran up the stairs and knew I didn't have time to make it to a bathroom, so I ran outside and immediately puked on the pavement. People were walking by saying, "Ma'am, are you okay?" I mean, vomit was spewing from my mouth as they were asking this. I felt a little better, but I was glad to see Tyler out there with the girls by the time I was done (luckily we stayed just long enough to get our free Jazz tickets). As we continued back to Tyler's work, I started feeling worse and knew there was going to be trouble. We had two cars there, but there was no way I was going to drive home. I'm so glad we left a car, because Tyler had to pull over before we got home so I could puke again. It was a long night of sitting on the toilet and puking. It finally stopped and I got some sleep, but I didn't feel myself for over a week after that. I hardly felt like eating, especially treats, which is very unusual for me. The sad thing is that two days later Ada started puking, and that night in her bed, Kate started puking too. Ada puked seven times and was done. After barfing twice in her crib, I had to cover myself with towels and hold Kate while I awaited it to come again. Luckily she only barfed two more times and was done with it. They both seemed normal the next day. It was so sad with Ada because after the first time she was just dry heaving and it was so hard to hear and watch her. All I could do was hold her hair back and hold the bowl up to her mouth. Anyway, that was our pleasant week before Christmas. I'm glad it came when it did. Poor Tyler caught it two weeks later, but luckily we all made it through Christmas and New Year's unscathed. Pictures (of Christmas, not puke) are forthcoming.