So this post might land me on STFU, Parents but I don’t care. I just discovered these photos on my camera, and they made me realize something really important: Christmas morning did happen for our little family. Norovirus didn’t keep away these beautiful little moments of joy (even if Momma couldn’t get off the couch), and I’m so very grateful for that.
P.S. Assembling the Barbie Dream House nearly drove me to drink. But thanks to my dad and a very informative YouTube video, we pulled it off without any extreme measures (and only one accident that required duct tape). Praise be.