What I Did Over Christmas Break--OR WOW!!!

May I say that this Christmas break left a bit to be desired?! Yeah, I guess I just did! Started out fine and I got the GPS I desperately needed--which we learned to use on the trip we took! Then it went a bit downhill starting off with The Dad's deciding to leave on Christmas Day for Up North instead of the day after. Now, do you know how difficult it is to find food on Christmas Night on a trip? Not easy. By the time we got to Granny's where we were spending the nights, we were all starved and, could I say, GROUCHY?! Not to mention that because we had to leave in a kind of hurry, I forgot several things I wanted to take along--and we went back for a thing or 2 even. Then, Mother had to go to the hospital and was pretty sick for a while; when we got to OH, poor little Andrew whom we all thought was all over the "bug" wasn't and threw up on me about an hour after we got there. He stayed sick for the whole time we were there. Had its advantages though, he just wanted me to hold and cuddle him. Awwwwwww, you know I hated that !

Then the car went funny and kept losing air in the tire and it wasn't just the tire but the rim so, when he had to keep putting air in it every 20 miles or sooner, we decided to go home by way of The Daughter's. Wouldn't you know, poor ol' Adam had just what Andrew had had--no, they didn't pass it on unless it was over the phone--plus he was teething ( I am sure he will have all his teeth by the time he goes to college). The men trudged all over the junkyard ( which happened to be open on New Year's Eve) to find a rim for the car causing Tim's cold to get much worse and so he was sick too. Finally, to everyone's relief (except, perhaps, Mark's) we left for home. I had to miss Monday's work cause we were on the road and I was so glad that we could rest Tues. but then The Dad got the flu like the boys had and he has been miserable. Fortunately, I only have the fever and exhaustion--not the stomachy stuff. And I won't even mention Christmas eve services--another whole story!

Having said all that, however, Christmas itself was a blast and we so enjoyed seeing the little guys open their Christmas gifts and be so happy. When we came into the Daughter's on Christmas day, sweet little Mark was so happy to see us and said, "Oh Wow, anovver Christmas!" We didn't even take their gifts out of the car because we were going to have to wait until a couple of days later hoping the OH. Vinsons could come--they couldn't--see above. It all worked out well, though. Mother got out of the hospital surprisingly soon considering all that had happened to her; they boys are mostly well now and The Dad is on the mend--ate pizza for lunch and didn't die. So cute it was that on both visits the little, big boys sang-of their own accord- Happy Birthday Jesus. They both showed me their Nativity Sets and Mark gave me a blow-by-blow rendition of the Christmas story and Jonathan told me all about it and that it was in his own Bible! That's what it is all about really and it made all the troubles not all that important after all. One more thing: little, concerned Jonathan felt so sorry for Andrew and Grandpa Sunday morning because they couldn't go to church when Andy was sick. Reminded me of 3 year old Jenny who,when we passed the golf course one Easter morning seeing the golfers out, felt so sorry for all those guys who couldn't go to church. Y'know, I think it was a great Christmas anyway!