Christmas is here!

Thankfully, we’ve had the exciting Christmas spirit to get us through the long days we’ve spent homebound. We pulled our Christmas bins from storage, along with our Christmas quilts from both grandmas, all our Christmas story books, our favorite Christmas movies, lots of decorations, lights, wreaths, dishes and ornaments. Mr. Keller spells me at night so I can breathe a bit outside and I’ve brought home candy canes, cupcakes and even a few new Christmas shows to add to our collection. We’ve read, watched, sang and drank up everything magical about this season. Every year, I can’t believe how much more fun holidays get with children. It’s so magical for us to be able to experience things all over again with littles of our own. Morg is learning the words to our favorite songs and we’ve made it a point to make a goodie treat every other day. While the last little bit has been hard, we’ve also made some sweet memories together. The boys have been so sweet with each other. They were both so concerned when the other was at his sickest. When Danny was fevered and on the couch unable to get off, Morg brought him ten blankets and every stuffed animal he could find. It was so sweet, it made me cry. Morg has also been reading to him, as well. I find them here and there snuggled up to each other, flipping the pages to their favorite board books. It has definitely been a tender mercy to have them play so well with each other. It’s been very sweet for me to watch.

Now for drama part two:

Sunday night (two days ago), as I was doing the dishes, the boys were running around winding themselves *up* before bedtime (like they do almost every night). They were playing some sort of tag game they made up and when I looked up front the sink, I saw Danny on the ground by the fireplace just screaming. When I got to him, I realized he had fallen into the hearth and had somehow cut himself. There was blood all over his face and on the carpet. As I bent down to pick him up, I realized blood was actually spurting from his forehead. I immediately began screaming for Jared who was downstairs. Morg ran to get him, and I continued screaming for him (like a grown adult, of course). We laid him down on the counter and applied as much pressure as we could to stop the bleeding. After about five minutes, it finally slowed down enough for us to get a good look at his cut. It was about an inch long. It wasn’t as deep as we originally thought, but rather indented and spliced (in fact, later we went to look at the fireplace and sure enough, on the edge of a brick we saw little Danny forehead hairs stuck to it where we had fallen). The bleeding amazingly (miraculously) stopped almost altogether in a short amount of time, so we bandaged it up and decided to wait to see how it looked in the morning. We set him down and he was immediately off running around again (this child!). I tried to calm my shakey self down and we actually had a good laugh together at how hysterical I was over it all, screaming at the top of my lungs. (Poor Jared!). It took a while for us to comfort Morgy, as well, who had run to his room so upset feeling like it was his fault. We went to bed that night thanking the angels for calling in an army to watch over our family as of late. 

The next day I called the nurse at Community Care and explained we’d rather not bring him in and expose their office to HFM, and she advised me to put a butterfly bandage on it and that should be fine. So, now we have a crazy Danny running around looking like he’s literally been through fire and brimstone, with a big gash on his head and blisters all over. He looks so beat up. The kid deserves a big Christmas. And cake. With sprinkles. And cookies. And frosting and ice cream. And anything else his little heart desires. And his mother needs a beer. The gray hairs. I feel them coming.

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Here's some pictures of the day we got out our Christmas stuff. It was day #1 of sickness for Morg. 

Danny was feeling just fine (clearly).

At the end of day #2, Morg felt well enough to drive down to the Christmas tree stand to find a tree. I picked it out and we brought it home for daddy to trip and set up.

Here are the boys all bundled up, even though they just stayed in the truck. It's been so, so cold here lately.

This scarf, you guys. I'm still in love. 

Mr. Keller's favorite thing to do! (Not.)

Day #3, feeling better!

I promised him hot cocoa and stories by the tree when Danny was in bed. 

Playing so quietly together.

Big brother taking such good care.

(and Mr. Keller's bum as he was putting wood on the fire, lolol).

More fire building. Danny's favorite thing to do.

This morning, looking much better (except for that dang cut!).

Cinnamon roll frosting.

And this little gem. Hahaha! Mr. Keller shoveling snow Sunday morning in sub-zero temperature. 

What a hottie.