Warning: VERY long post with lots of photos.
Once again Christmas has come and gone, and once again I am sad about it and feel like it almost didn't happen... even though I had my tree up for precisely 5 weeks, I started listening to Christmas music on November 1 and my house looked like Christmas threw up in it. We started the celebration on December 22 with Mom's chicken enchiladas. Once everybody got into town on the 23rd, we had another dinner at Mom's - her homemade spaghetti sauce and 100 pound meatballs (secret family recipe). MaryCollis had a big time with Aunt Ashley, and we all drank wine and fellow-shipped for hours.
The next day - Christmas Eve - was a doozie. We met at Mom and Dad's for brunch and feasted on Dad's amazing buttermilk pancakes and some smoked ham. Johnny McDonald, a very old friend of mine and Andrew's - and everybody really, came over to visit. He stayed and stayed and stayed. He stayed so long he ate breakfast, lunch AND dinner. It was fun. We had the Christmas Eve candlelight service at 5PM, so after all the visiting and lounging around I had to book it to get me and MC prettied up. Thank GOODNESS Ashmo was there to do my hair. Of course, in true baby fashion, MaryCollis did a pooper right before we were supposed to leave. We just did make it there right before 5. Anyone who knows me knows I cannot STAND to be late. My motto is "early is on time and on time is late" so I was late by my standards. Whatever, we made it.
MaryCollis was sounding a bit stuffy that day, so I just knew she would act a fool during the hour-long service. And guess what? She didn't! She was so sweet and slept the entire time. Everyone ooed and ahed over how precious she was - and she really was, y'all. She looked so fancy. After the service, we all headed back to Mom and Dad's for dinner. This time - Barb's shrimp stroganoff! After dinner, we all exchanged presents (usually this is done first thing Christmas morning, but all of the guys left to go skiing at 6AM Christmas morning this year). I was extremely pleased with all of my gifts - the best I can remember in a long time. After presents, all the kids (me, Will and Andrew) and our spouses (Ashley and Chad) watched "Inglorious Basterds" - a stocking stuffer I got for Chad. Well, I say we watched it... I didn't make it the whole way. In fact, I went upstairs to go to sleep about 30 minutes in... and I have no idea if they even finished it.
Christmas morning, all the boys drove to Jackson to catch their flight to Telluride and me, Mom and MaryCollis were the only ones left. MaryCollis woke up very sniffly and was doing a whole bunch of sneezing. She was officially sick. After MC's morning bottle, we opened the baby's presents (we left a few of them wrapped so she would have something to do Christmas morning!). Since she got bowls and spoons as a gift (since we're starting solids in a few weeks), I thought "Hmmm. She'll be 4 months old next week. I've got some oatmeal... I'm gonna go ahead and just see what happens." I truly thought she would hate it - most babies do the first time. Well, she didn't. She loved it. And she ate the whole dadgum bowl. I haven't tried it again since because we're going to get her 4 month shots in a couple of weeks and I want to wait and get proper instructions from our doctor.
Yesterday, Barbara came over and we invented our very own corn and crab bisque recipe. And it's fine. And you'll never get it out of me. So there. We ate dinner together and then all went to bed early. This morning, MaryCollis sounded even worse - even though I've been giving her Benadryl, aspirating her nose at least 4 times a day, I bought her a cool mist humidifier and her mattress is elevated. It's just not draining (after all, babies can't blow their noses), and she just doesn't feel good. And now it's dripping down into her throat, which makes her cough so her little throat hurts. It just altogether SUCKS.
But she has been sleeping well, despite her cold. She'll sneeze and cough and be snotty all night, but it doesn't really start bothering her until about 5AM or 5:30AM. You know how laying down makes it worse. Bless her heart... Anyway, this morning I called the pediatrician and asked her what I could give her besides Benadryl. I've always heard that there's not much you can do when babies have colds, but I thought I'd try anyway. We needed some type of decongestant. For real. And dum-da-da-dum, she called us in a prescription. I've only given it to her once, so we'll see how it goes. I just can't stand for her not to be able to breathe. Okay, here are some photos of our Christmas. They are all kinds of out of order. So sorry.
December 26 - in the outfit Aunt Shanny got me!
December 23 morning - Chewing on one of my 6 lamb blankets
December 25 - First Feeding!
December 23 - Long winter's nap
Chad loved the book I got him. He laughed until he cried.
Kare Bear's new book :)
New Uggs - in my favorite color!
I named her Patty.
FINALLY our card table didn't look so lonely
Christmas Eve breakfast
Mine and Barb's homemade bisque
Chad thought Dad's ski story was hilarious...
Finally! A family portrait of the 4 of us that is decent.
My new lamby pacimal
I prefer the fingers...
Wearing Uncle Willie's Christmas sleeper from 1980.
Tuckered out at dinner
MC's first Madame Alexander dolls
The rocking lamb Aunt Lauren got us!
I fell asleep about 10 minutes after this.
Gertrude is constantly trying to steal MC's lambs - so I got her one of her own.
MC's Santa Clause stack
Hope you had a good one, too!