Just tell me when it's Christmas!

Mama mia... this has been one whirlwind of a week. This past weekend, Jake went hunting on Saturday (AGAIN) and got his third (AND FINAL) deer of the season. Congrats on a great season babe. On Sunday, we had Christmas at my cousin Quinn and her husband, Jamie's house. It was great to see everyone, and Layla had an absolutely amazing time. I think because she had her very own party hostess - Jada. Jada is almost 5 and was having a great time escorting Layla through the house, showing her fun toys, wiping boogers off her face, etc. Little baby Emma (Jada's younger sister), who's six months younger than Layla, was a bit overwhelmed with all the commotion, but is as cute as ever. Layla still has her beat on the "chunk front", but darn Emma is cute. Things started to get a little confusing with all the little girls with names that end in "a", but we managed to stutter through the night.

Monday, I was hit with the flu like a ton of bricks. And when I say "hit", I mean "HIT". I didn't even make it home from work... had to throw up in a bag, pull over at a gas station to throw it away and pray that I wouldn't have to stop again. Jake was a doll, picking Layla up from daycare on Mon night and taking care of her all night long. Layla didn't even know I was home because we didn't want her near me. By 3:00 a.m., Jake was dashing across the house, trying to make it to the appropriate vomit receptacle. He was slammed with the flu and I felt terrible. I stayed home from work on Tuesday as well, because I still felt like death and wanted to disinfect the house from top to bottom to prevent Layla from getting the bug. No such luck. We were called yesterday afternoon to pick Layla up from daycare and Jake spent the day as Mr. Mom. She hasn't thrown up (knock on wood) but has a fever and is very sleepy. I'm home this a.m. with her, and Mr. Mom will be coming home for the afternoon shift. We're not sure whether she still has that fever or not, but in an effort to keep her on the mend, and, to "not spend the holidays dead" (note Christmas Vacation quote), we're taking the safe route.

This morning, I woke up and looked at Jake and said, "I really have no idea what day it is." And I didn't. When he told me it was Thursday, I about passed out. Thursday???? December 18th??? Come on!!! I'm not ready for Christmas!!!

With all of that said, I'm going to need someone to give me a call on Christmas Eve, to give me, I mean Santa, a heads up on getting the toys put under the tree.

Soooo sleeepy.

Oh, and CONGRATS to Jason and Jaimie Schultz. Their baby boy, Mason James, was born yesterday!!!