Spoke Too Soon on the Improvement Part

It's possible I spoke too soon about the lil man feeling better, even a smidge. His improvement lasted until precisely midnight. He pulled a proverbial Cinderella on us and started hacking right about then and hasn't stopped. Thankfully, we've only had one cough-vomit incident so far this morning. Not so thankfully, it was in Mommy and Daddy's bed. Phew, Daddy placed the bucket in time. (Thankfully for you, no picture. I'm not that gross)

I wanted to get a picture of him seeing the piles of presents for the first time. His glee was slightly tempered by his feeling like crap. Don't you think? Eddie said "cheese" for the both of them.
The walk down the stairs pretty much did the boy in. It's like the workout equivalent of a jog around the block for the Biggest Loser contestants at the beginning of the season. So, we unwrapped a story and decided to have a little "break." He doesn't look like he needs it or anything, right? And no, I'm not just choosing awful pictures. He literally looked like crap all morning. Either he looked like this, or the shutter caught him coughing. Not good choices.

I put his "baby's first Christmas" Santa hat on him because he was too weak to resist. Well, jammed it on his head is a more appropriate description, as it is obviously too small. I think he likes it, no? Gagging is no indication of preference in this situation.

It's possible that he did NOT like it. It was removed; and, not by me. Poor lil man is so tired from coughing for so long, he can hardly keep his eyes open, but he can't sleep either because he can't stop coughing. Why can't mommies just voluntarily be sick for their babies?

Oh wait! What's this? Light sabers? Boom! Energy burst for sixteen seconds. Literally. It lasted for less than a minute but it was a good minute.

Not a good minute? When Daddy thought this was a good present. Heavy, big box? Mommy was already suspicious. I know Daddy too well to think "good gift." He joked that it would be helpful for my master's. He did, of course, realize it was a joke.

This was a good moment for Mommy though...oops, I mean Santa. We have a love/hate relationship with dinosaurs. We like "friendly" dinosaurs. Santa took a risk with this toy, which Collin loves at Target in the gigantic zillion dollar version. Santa feared he'd be afraid of the cheaper, smaller version. Nope, he loves it. You can tell by his enthusiasm.

Mommy had more enthusiasm for the following:

More china! Hooray! I definitely need the china cabinet now. Take note, darling husband.

And what a darling husband he is. How in the world would he know where to shop for me?

Speaking of darling husband. What a gem. Ha!

And, now that presents are all opened and breakfast has been eaten (for poor Collin all he's managed to stomach is a banana), this is the state of things. Movies it is today. I think he's faking to watch the stack of them he got this morning. At least Jack is joining him today. If he is faking, he's a pretty good faker.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday! We'll be here, locked inside the germ factory and keeping our grubby selves to ourselves.