Merry Christmas Eve!
We welcomed family in town yesterday and it couldn't feel more festive around here. Christmas Eve traditions went off without a hitch until about 3:05 pm. But let's not spoil the morning, I'll wait until later in the post.
So Christmas Eve at the Cibula house goes a little like this...the kids wake up {almost as early as Christmas morning} and are ready to exchange sibling gifts and get their gift from Mommy and Daddy.
This year we gave all three kids new sets of luggage. And although that may not sound too exciting, they were thrilled! With luggage comes vacations and we love a good vaca. Not to mention they had a ball rolling around the playroom on the ergonomically designed 4 wheel upgrade.
From there, we are up stairs for breakfast and Gingerbread Houses. Would you believe all three are still up for this? I for sure thought my tween would scoff at the idea, but he was raring to go.
Our little GG Elf was in attendance to help with the masterpieces. There is nothing better than GG in the kitchen. 💗. Oh, what am I talking about, there is nothing better than GG anywhere!
Does anyone notice this girls starting to look a little droopy?
Next up on the Christmas Eve agenda is getting all dressed up and attending 4:30 Mass. It's time to celebrate baby Jesus' birth. But wait, this Christmas Eve is different. Around 3:05, in the midst of getting all dolled up, Lucy comes down with a blazing fever. Poor little one.
So this is where things get all turned around and upside down. Clay and I decide to divide and conquer. I take the well children to church and snap their Christmas Eve pictures. And he takes the sickly child to urgent care. Boo!
And so this is what Christmas Eve 2019 looks like....
It's not the same without Lulu and Daddy.
Sadly, Lu's diagnosis was the Flu! My poor baby girl. And yes, we did get the Flu shot. With lots of Motrin and Tylenol, she was able to keep her fever down and make it to Grandma's house for dinner and gifts. But little one was right back in bed after an abbreviated visit.
So now all that's left to do is wait for Santa. Surely a little Christmas magic can heal my baby.
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