We had a great Christmas Eve, and then four out of the five of us in the house had a good Christmas Day. Santa arrived at our apartment at 12:30 a.m. the night of Christmas Eve. How do we know? well, Santa brought Justin vomiting and diarrhea. Justin couldn't even wait til morning to enjoy his gifts. :-) I was up until 2am watching "High School Musical" with our houseguest, Rachel, when it hit the poor guy. I slept from 2 till about 4:30 when Justin woke me up saying, "Gillian, I really need some water. I'd do it myself, but last time I got up, I got so dizzy I and had to lie on the floor till I could make it back to the bed." Needless to say, he got my attention quickly. I got him some water and Tylenol (in the form of Panadol here), and then stayed up for the rest of the night, being the worry-wart that I am. Poor guy! Then in the morning he discovers that Santa left him CHOCOLATE for Christmas. Sorry, Babe! It took him a few days to get his strength back, but he was 100% again by New Years. Go figure.
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