We're a little slow starting - and Grandpa Gary feeds Owen a bottle before we get too far into our day. A nice shot in front of the main Xmas tree. After this, Owen got a little cranky, so Grandpa took him for a walk. When they got back, we started opening presents!
Of course, we got all ours out of the way before waking the little guy up...
Well, we tried (a while ago) to take the little guy to see Santa. As might be expected, he was not thrilled by the prospect. Although this picture looks like he's laughing at Santa, he's really mid-scream. Oh well, maybe next year!
You get walloped by the effects up front, feeling as rancid as any human being can possibly feel, then you suddenly feel normal. You have a decent breakfast, you do a little shopping - but this is really the eye of the hurricane. Suddenly - WHAM! You're flat on your back again, with images of fire-hoses and sounds of thunder rumbling from places that are normally fairly docile. Thankfully, Lisa's family delivered a boat load of supplies to the house, enabling me to lie quietly moaning while she played with Owen. He's doing MUCH better, by the way. Pictures to follow.
Although it's a bloody close thing. After 72 hours between the bed and the "auxiliary" office, I am now officially over the stomach flu. Between cramps that made me wish for male-Midol (or horse tranquilizers, whatever did the job) and let's just say...um... uh....unpleasantness... down....south.... (yeah, that's not graphic at all) - I have recovered enough to blog about it. Let me just say, I don't wish the stomach flu on my worst enemy - not that I have one! Awful, just awful. Time to catch up on everything while I've been incapacitated....
Good News: I'm still healthy. Bad News: Owen is not. Good News: Lisa is still healthy. Bad News: Owen is really not. He has stomach flu. Good News: He's done puking his guts out. Bad News: Now he's moved to the diarrhea stage. Good News: He's now sleeping peacefully. Bad News: I forgot to put the word "explosive" in the last bad news.
Yep - last night was not a good night in the Higgy-household. We took him to the doctor's today, and he confirmed that there was something similar going around. He warned us what was to come and what to watch for - and how to rehydrate the little guy. Now all we need is the sleep back, and we'll be laughing.
No, there will be NO photographic evidence of this episode.