Christmas and Other Stuff

Wow, it has been a while. I'm going to have to search my memory a ways back to make sure I get everything. Let's start with Christmas at the Rayl house. Aside from a couple of minor hiccups, it was a success! Christmas Eve day was spent picking up a few little gifts and visiting with my grandpa (who my kids call "Papa the Grape") and his wife Joan at their ranch. Then instead of our usual Christmas Eve out to dinner, we got burgers at the drive through and ate at home, which I loved! We actually did a lot of wrapping prior to Christmas Eve, so Shelby and I did not have to spend the usual hours and hours that night wrapping and sorting out presents. We both wanted to avoid things like running out of wrapping paper (as happened last year around midnight Christmas Eve. Thank goodness for good neighbors who stay up late and are well-prepared!). Lilly was not feeling well Christmas Eve day and I figured she probably was coming down with a cold. I always have a hard time sleeping Christmas Eve because of the excitement, even now that I am an adult. I had finally just dozed of when Lilly came up panicked because she couldn't stop coughing and was having a hard time breathing. She did sound really miserable, so we cuddled her, doctored her up, and made a bed for her on the floor by our room. Her coughing kept her and us up so eventually we moved her to the living room, but she still could not sleep. At this point it was 3am, and all three of us were exhausted. Finally in desperation to get some personal sleep I put some cartoons on for Lilly, hoping it would distract her from her cough long enough to help her doze off. It did not work. Instead, a few minutes later Carson got up and joined her in watching TV. Neither of them ever did get back to sleep. Around 6am Rachel joined them, and then they all pestered us to get up to open presents. We were able to put them off until 7, and then we succumbed. I got a few hours of precious sleep, but I don't think Shelby ever was able to go back to sleep.

We try to do Christmas pretty cheap. I spent hours and days leading up to Christmas searching Amazon and various toy stores to find one or two big gifts for each kids, and a few small things that they needed (think socks and underwear), all for a reasonable price. Rachel got a guitar, Lilly got beads and a puppy purse (just exactly what she wanted, and very cheap), and Carson got a Thomas train set. Other various gifts included a box of Legos, a Hungry Hippos game (mostly for Rachel. In case you don't remember, she wanted a hippo for Christmas), a box of Roald Dahl books, art supplies from the dollar store, and puzzles, along with said underwear and socks. Pretty good Christmas, right? Well then Shelby went out and found a used trampoline, which he set up the night before. Ask any of my three older kids, and what do you think they will tell you your favorite gift was? Was it the guitar I fretted over for days before buying? Was it the Thomas train set that I was beyond excited to give Carson? Was it the cute puppy purse Lilly asked for? Nope, it was the trampoline that I had nothing to do with. I sound more bitter than I am. I'm glad they love it, and I think it will be a great thing to have around.

After opening presents we had breakfast and started to prepare to head out to my parents' house to open presents with cousins. Lilly looked miserable and said she didn't want to go. Lilly lives for cousin-time, so this should give you some idea of how sick she felt. And remember, Carson and her had both been up since 3am. The two of them climbed into our bed and promptly fell asleep. I took Emmy and Rachel to Nonna and Papa's, and Shelby and the others met up with us there a few hours later.

Oh, I forgot to mention how spoiled I got. Shelby bought me Shakespeare Festival season tickets again, along with a gift card for my Kindle, new pans that I desperately needed, a case for my phone, and various other little treats. I got him socks. OK, I got him more than socks, but no where near as cool of stuff as he got me. Plus, after present-opening with my family, he insisted on taking the kids home while I went to Les Miserables with my siblings and parents. While I was gone he cleaned the whole house AND did the laundry. I am a lucky woman!

Post-Christmas, we spent the entire day playing with our new stuff. Nobody was required to dress, clean, eat, or bathe if they didn't want to. It was the best! Post-post Christmas, when Lilly's horrible cough and sore throat mutated into the stomach flu, I finally took her into the doctor. Turns out she had the flu. The real flu. You know, the kind that makes you wish you were dead. She is such a trooper when it comes to being sick.

I have Christmas pictures that I took on my phone. Great pictures in fact, but my phone is not cooperating and they got lost somewhere in cyberspace on their way to my email. Once my tech-savvy husband comes home I will get them posted!