On Sunday my Dad took Marc and the kids hunting.
They also made scarecrows for the chicken coop.
Then on Sunday afternoon Marc came down with the flu and then on Monday afternoon (Christmas Eve) Grace got it. We managed to get through Santa's visit on Christmas Eve and no less than 30 minutes later Grace started vomiting. She was up all night long and didn't let up until 4am. These pictures about sum up how our Christmas Eve went.
Poor Grace couldn't leave her bucket to help get Santa's goodies ready so Caiden took care of it.
Christmas morning was a late start considering me and Grace didn't fall asleep until 4am.
The day after Christmas I awoke at 7am with the flu. Marc and I were supposed to leave for our quick Vegas getaway around noon but we had to push our flight back to that evening. I managed to make it on the plane and then took it real slow the next three days in Vegas. We were able to keep our entertainment commitments to see Gwen Stefani and the show Absinthe but had to cancel our dinner reservations. We ended up eating light at the restaurants at our hotel.
It was a memorable Christmas and despite everything we all had a great time! Merry Christmas!


