A Creature WAS Stirring.

Well, we had quite the Christmas Eve. I too had the package-didn't-come-in-time drama without a happy ending. I guess the birthday shopping is already done. Let's see... let's start at the beginning.

Christmas Eve morning, my mom and I took turns baking in the kitchen. It was fun. I made a cheesecake (Oh my gosh, we haven't eaten that yet! We forgot!) Then my mom baked a batch of cookies. Then I baked brownies and another batch of cookies and back and forth like that. Cydnie helped. By sampling. Meanwhile, Morgan had to work out at the plant. He was out there until about 2:00 p.m. (Turned out he was staying that late because he too was having package woes, also without a happy outcome. At least I will get it today! :)) While he was gone, I enjoyed taking my dear friend Hillary out to my house so she could see it. (Thanks, Hillary, for taking time out of your Christmas Eve of all days to make an effort to see me and our pride and joy. It's a sign of a true friend when they don't even act cold when it is FREEZING.) When Morgan finished at work he was the Good Samaritan that pulled out some cars from off the road where they slid off. The girls just played. Cydnie ate.

When he got home, we seriously just kinda hung out at home. He had decided to make a batch of his family famous fudge when we realized there was gross water coming up out of my parents' sink--fast! We hurried and turned off the dishwasher but it didn't help and it kept rising, it was almost to the top to overflow when I shut off the washer and it stopped. But it didn't drain at all. My parents were out delivering stuff at the time. (Had no one been home, we REALLy would've had a problem.) When they got home, my dad (with his cast on) and my husband went down in the crawl space and sparing the disgusting details, worked for about an hour to save the day. Successfully. We even had time to make the fudge. Cydnie ate some more.

That put dinner prep back a little, but my mom was inspired to do some munchy-easy things for dinner. We had like the 7-layer chip dip and a veggie tray and stuff like that, so we were back on-course soon! My brother Blake and his daughter and my brother Kyle all came over for dinner. Cydnie ate a lot of dinner.

After dinner is when I realized that I really wasn't going to get the package that I had ordered on the 10th and was "guaranteed" delivery by the 24th. I'm such a dork, I just had such faith that I really would get it but when I finally logged on the website to track it, I realized it had been sitting in Wisconsin for 8 days and that it was in no way coming in time. But you know what? It turned out my kids had too much stuff anyway and got bored opening before they were all opened. They just wanted to play with their stuff. Taught me a lesson. That I'll forget before next year.

We let the girls open a present before bed and it was books so we read books before bed. Got them to sleep probably by about 9:00-9:30. Everything was looking good. Santa came and left their stuff and filled their stockings. THEN at midnight, everything Cydnie ate came back up. On her pillow. And I mean to tell you, that much food should NEVER be in a 2-year-old at one time. Yikes. Lukily, she only got it on her pillow. I got her up and got her bathed and hair washed, clean jammies on and back to bed. 3:30 a.m. She's in my room again saying she threw up in her room again. Repeat. One more time later in the night. Repeat. Awesome.

I'll blog about Christmas tomorrow. :) Hope you all had a merry one.