Look! Christmas pictures! Still relevant because I say so.
Noah has been sick for days now. DAYS. I don't even know with what, but it's ooky and sticky and involves a LOT of different ooky sticky areas of the body, if I may help you with that post-holiday diet for a moment.
Jason thinks it's molars, finally and truly coming for real this time, as opposed to the teaser appearances that have been plaguing us since September. I don't know what I think it is. I think it's fucking gross, is what I think it is.
My birthday, however, was lovely. Thank you for asking. Noah had the courtesy to stay healthy until 4 am on December 28th. Although one boring administrative note: my birthday present thinks you are all spam. It thinks you are junk, and has been filing all your emails accordingly. Nothing personal, though. It thought my mom was spam too. I discovered this yesterday when I checked the junk mail folder of the Mac email program and HOLY CRAP.
(And I've been WONDERING why my email has been so shiny and manageable! It's because I've only received about a third of it.)
So if you've sent an email anytime since...hmm...mid-December, which is when Jason plopped a big wrapped present under our tree and told me I could open it then or wait until my actual birthday, HAR HAR HAR...rest assured that I DID receive it, but am just now actually reading it. Lands. And apologies. And blah.