After Stanley spent the weekend of my birthday sick, he got me sick. Steve and Geoff were also under the weather, but managed a bit better than me. After all feeling a bit better on Wednesday, we suddenly on Thursday were back to throwing up. Poor Geoff had to move out of his apartment and drive back from Fresno between getting sick.
As a result, when Papa Doug and Lolo arrived for Christmas, they had to stay away from us. We wouldn't even let them come say hello to Steve or Geoff. (Stanley and I went down to their hotel to say hi, but didn't touch them much.). Steve had gotten the Christmas tree while he had energy, but that was as far as we had gotten on decorating.
Luckily we were all back in shape just barely in time to eat an amazing roast for Christmas dinner. And the presents all were wrapped with a few hours to spare.
So much for being prepared for Christmas.
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| Poor Stanley, he apperenlty played so hard he needed to sleep...on the marble. |
Geoff tried to keep Stanley busy, but none of us had energy to play with the kid.
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