Sickmas

Not the best Christmas on record.

 Coco is on his mission, so we were missing a key member of the family, and every last one of us came down with the worst cold/flu/sinus infection any of us has ever had. The boys had it all last week, Baga caught it last Thursday, Baba caught it on Friday, Kenny caught it on Saturday, and I caught it Christmas night (which I was very grateful for--at least I felt good through the morning!). To make matters worse, we have had to cancel a much-anticipated trip down to Utah to visit Opa D, Mere Mere, and the Young grandparents.

So everything was just a little...dimmed. A little less delicious, a little less fun, a little less jovial and jolly and exciting. Sickmasses are the worst.

But still, Christmas is Christmas! We are eternally grateful for our Lord and Savior who came to earth for us and will always love this time of year for the joy and time with family it brings!

And despite being sick, the boys still managed to be entertaining. Poor Luke lost so much weight being sick that Derek's pants were a little big on him.

Our nativity devolved into a tug-of-war over baby Jesus when he was kidnapped by a sheep and had to defended by Joseph...

and Derek helped open almost every single present there was. 

At the very least, given the experience, we can now enter 2018 grateful for our health!