In the midst of all the fun, however, I came down with a horrible case of strep throat. It was the yucky, in bed achey + shivering and my throat is filled with fire ants and shards of glass, kind of sick. I haven't felt that bad in a really long time. Thankfully Nick took a day off work and with my mom and Teri's help we managed just fine. It really and truly took close to a week before I felt 100% like myself again. Because of this, Beckham had to step down from his starring role as Baby Jesus at our church's Christmas Festival. Instead, Nick took only the big kids to run and around and play (and let me rest with the quiet of just one baby). But hey- lucky for me- the actual Christmas service isn't until this Saturday, so I won't miss out on the awesome opportunity of playing Mary alongside my little Jesus baby. (I'm still lobbying for lashes and a blow out, FYI. Even if it's not historically accurate, I think Mary would want me to look my best on her behalf.)
Saturday morning I was starting to feel much like a human again, so I bundled Beckham up and we headed to a baby shower in the cold rain. (Perfect December weather, if you ask me!)
Back when I was pregnant with Logan they all threw me a baby shower, and Anna had written me this book with ten step by step instructions (and illustrations) on how to take care of a baby. It's as cute and kindergarten-y as you might imagine. I've held on to the book, and it was so much fun to pull it out at Darcy's shower to give to Anna. I love when life comes full circle like that!
Saturday night Debbee & Fred had their family and all of the Salomones over for a holiday dinner. I don't feel like "holiday dinner" really does it justice. Let me see if I can put this in context. Okay, if I made a holiday dinner, I would cook something (or likely, pick something up) and get some red poinsettias for the table, possibly a plaid Christmas table cloth, and maybe- maybe- pull out the real dishes, rather than paper plates. So that's "holiday dinner" in my mind. This is holiday dinner in Debbee's mind:
Okay, then there's the adult table: