I heard someone moving about in the house last night, so I got up to investigate:
Soooo . . . the rumors are true, then. Huh.
But seriously. In the wee hours of the morning – no sign of sunlight yet – I heard a man coughing out in the living room. I clutched at Michael’s arm under the covers and hissed, “I heard something! A man coughed!” Suddenly, Kevin appeared in the doorway of our room. Oh my god. When did my son start sounding like a man?
So the kids had us up at the crack of dawn. We held them at bay as long as we could, but eventually we had to shake the sleep off and get the party started.
Everyone was thrilled with their haul.
Here’s me at 15 weeks along:
After a mostly lazy day, we had our traditional Christmas dinner of filet mignon and cheese fondue, followed by chocolate fondue for dessert.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!