"Because we need a little Christmas - right this very minute!"

 Two days of stomach flu (for ME, of course) and a weekend in bed right when we can't afford to spend a weekend doing nothing. Such is my life these days. I swear that I just stare at our house and the giant (practically un-packed) mess that it is and think: "In about 8 weeks, we won't even live here." That really helped after I threw up all over our Master bedroom. It's a gross part of the story, but gets funnier every day. Poor RKZ, he was Mister Mom all weekend and then had to spend the night in the sick ward. I am a bit better today, so I'm posting and packing. Poor Buck is completely exhausted after all the shows and parties lately. He is currently sleeping soundly (at 3:00pm) while his 2 year old brother has spent two hours bouncing in his crib and singing. There is something wrong with this. We are going to spend the entire Christmas vacation attempting to tire out our toddler (good luck, you say?). Oh wait, the screaming has just begun. Enjoy these pictures of Thunder at happier times :) 

Daddy and Thunder walking up the driveway. They both love the snow and outdoors.