but then there are times when I think, "Well, you won't remember this anyways...so as long as the pictures are cute, you will never know what really happened which means, there will be less emotional scarring later down the road."
Which is exactly how I felt about Christmas this year.
We spent two weeks at John's parents' house in Fremont California. It was beautiful! The weather was charming, the company couldn't be more agreeable...all signs pointed to a relaxing fortnight. Unfortunately, we were plagued with illness. Fever, headache, runny/stuffy nose, cough etc. Poor Sam, we had to upgrade from his piteous nose sucker that we were given at the hospital, to a Nosefrida.
For those of you unfamiliar, a Nosefrida is an instrument that has a long hose with a little pointed hole on one end for his nose and the other end a place to put your mouth to suck through. It allows you to siphon out your child's mucus and makes a melodious sound while you are doing it. Sam handled it well at the beginning, but it got to the point where he didn't want to go into his bedroom because he knew what was coming. Needless to say, I'm glad he won't remember the measures we went to to facilitate breathing. He would probably have nightmares the rest of his life about people he loves trying to suck out his brains, or of people trying to mummify him alive with a Nosefrida.
Besides our humbuggery, Sam couldn't have had a better time.
He bonded with the natives.
Was adored by his cousin
Generously gave pony rides to those who wanted them
and got to explore the inside of a penguin egg at the Monterrey Bay Aquarium.
We were constantly pampered and spoiled and, under the circumstances, had the best Christmas possible! Thanks to: Grandma, Grandpa, Great-Grandpa, Hannah, Sariah, Paul, Maria, Kevin, and (of course) Elsie!
We miss you already!
