I think I sprained my wii muscle
We're all taking ibuprofen before bed. So much fun, though. He got four games plus that outdoor adventure mat thing in addition to the wii itself and we had so much fun with the sports games we haven't even gotten to them yet. Smashing Christmas though, wii notwithstanding, as my kid was just as excited about the graphic novel version of Moby Dick as he was about the wii. And the mini rubber ducks in the toe of his stocking. He was just jazzed about everything.
Such an improvement on the early part of my week. Motherhood is bliss. As if I didn't have enough left on my to do list on Monday night at 10pm (in addition to having been sick for a week), fun circumstances added umpteen hours of cleaning my house that we already spent the weekend cleaning in preparation for hosting Christmas Eve.
We had George's folks over Monday night for a early Christmas thing, and Harry ate too many crab canapes, and ended up puking everywhere. Before he woke up. So I really mean EVERYWHERE.
All the bedclothes, the carpet, the wall, and (here's the best part) inside the wall heater, which I had to take apart and clean in between the coils with Q-tips.
Let me reiterate: crab canape.
Kill me.
Being American sucks on this day for another reason, though. How can I get my hands on the Christmas Special? You intarwebs peeps must know how, right?
*pouts*