Christmas Eve

We're sick
Evan and I have a cold/flu, and I'm not very happy about it. We were all set to go to my mom's house when Jerry touched me and said I was all clamy and sweaty, so I took my temperature... 100 degrees. Evan's was the same, plus he's all snotty and coughy. My only symptoms are aches and fever.

So Jerry went to the store and bought the fixins for his chicken noodle soup and came home and took care of us. I couldn't be upset for too long about Christmas Eve being not what I expected, when I've got the best hubby and kid anyone could ask for. Plus, I love soup and magazines and orange juice and hot chocolate and all the other things that go along with being sick (I guess it's probably obvious by now that I'm not that sick.)

Evan's so cute when he's not feeling well (aside from the cranky moments). He's quiet and cuddly. He sat on my lap and watched movies while gently pulling my hair, as he does so well.

I've been taking our temps using an ear thermometer. He used to scream and squirm when we did this, but now he likes it. When we're done, he puts his ear toward it again, or grabs it and puts it in his other ear. He has officially discovered that his ears have holes. We'd better watch out, or he'll start putting holiday candy in there.

I'm hoping our fevers will be gone by tomorrow morning, and we can go to my mom's for Christmas day. It's Evan's first real Christmas... I mean the first one that will mean something to him... and I would love for him to play with his cousins and rip open paper.