She's still in recovery mode, although she's doing a million times better than before. Unfortunately, Mommy and Daddy are still pretty sick. I can't hear anything out of either ear from the virus/ear infection. All I hear is a really high pitched ringing tone. Steven has a double ear infection too, along with bronchitis. I'll spare you the details of the rest of our symptoms; suffice to say, we are buried in piles of Kleenex.
Basically, this means we are just a delight to be around right now.
We opened Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, and it should have been a wonderful special time (and it sort of was), but we're all so miserable that its hard to enjoy Christmas.
So, I am declaring a do-over. We're going to pretend like Christmas is happening again, as soon as we're all feeling better, and I'm going to dress Sophie up and make Christmas cookies and simmer cinnamon on the stove and play that awful Harry Connick Jr. Christmas CD that Steven loves so much, and by golly, I don't care if its mid-January by the time we've all recovered, we are GOING to have ourselves a merry little Christmas.
For now, Merry Christmas to all of you from our den of kleenex and decongestants. Maybe Scrooge just had the flu and that's why he was so cranky. I can certainly relate.