Christmas was amazing. It didn’t go exactly as planned, with me diagnosed with strep throat two days prior, and Alex’s grandmother heading to the emergency room on Christmas morning.
Christmas Eve celebrations. Then Christmas day, all day, celebrations. Then Christmas part two on Friday. All with strep. All with a sniffly kid (no strep, just a cold). And a sniffly Daddy. And a Super Unhappy Sick Virus Infested Nana.
Still. It was amazing.
But by the end of Christmas Part II, even Alex was ready for a return to normal life:
I’m sad it’s over, but can’t say that The Kid is wrong. It will be nice to return to our slightly slower paced life.