The girl child woke up at 2 am Christmas morning, while "Santa" was finishing up the giftwrapping, with a tummy ache. She threw up a few times and was back asleep a little before 4.
Then, at 7 am, my husband woke me up because the boy was sitting on our bed holding his stomach.
As I held him in the bathroom, I wondered if I was going to spend Christmas Day in the ER. Because one child with a stomach issue is an aberration, but two? Not good.
The husband and I surmised it was most likely allowing them to lick the spoon from the brownie batter earlier that night.
But the boy ended up not throwing up, it came out the other end, and the girl's vomiting was infrequent and over in a couple of hours. We ended up giving them each a Baby's Pepto Bismol tablet and they seemed to even out over the next hour.
So Christmas was saved, presents were opened and dinner (turkey, cranberries, yada, yada, yada) was cooked. My brother got my son his most wished for present, Mac the Truck from Cars. We made a tactical mistake in letting him open that third, so he was very uninterested in opening the rest afterwards. Too busy playing with Mac. *she smiled indulgently*
I got my daughter a good array of lip glosses and nail polish, and some scented skin lotions - in chocolate cherry, yum - along with a password-protected journal and a magic 8 ball.
She had simple wishes this year.
Tomorrow I'm going to work late because I had to make an emergency appointment with my eye doctor for new glasses. Between my husband and my kids, they managed to kill my old pair by popping the lens from the frames. Driving without glasses has been interesting but I'll be happy to see properly again.
Still preoccupied by Fright Night...but not as bad as a few days ago.
And now I'm so tired I am barey keeping my eyes open. Going to bed might be a good idea right now. :)