...I should probably at least talk about Christmas now, it is mid January!
After The Nutcracker was over we decided to have Christmas. Saying "we decided" sounds weird, but after all the work of The Nutcracker it can be hard to make myself do the Christmas thing. We had one day to prepare before the big day and we hadn't even made all of our purchases yet. Dude and I got a little time for some last minute shopping when Nana took the Girlies out to the movies. We didn't get much time though because we had to get home and start with the holiday assembly. You see, Nana bought the Girlies a trampoline for Christmas.
Half and hour or so of assembly and we had this.
Which doesn't look too bad. But after another couple of hours it looked like this.
See how it just isn't quite right? Well that had a lot to do with the instructions being very very wrong. We had to start over. We worked on the thing late into the night, stopping to put out cookies and milk and get the girls to bed. By the next morning it looked like this.
The Girlies didn't get to jump for long Christmas morning because we hadn't had enough time to put the enclosure up and it was WAY too cool out for jumping in Christmas PJs. They loved it though, and still do.
Other gifts were also had and it was a wonderful day. The one down side? Coughing.
You see, a few weeks before Christmas I had what I thought was a cold. I thought for sure I was the unluckiest person in the world because as soon as my cold was done I started coughing which I thought was allergies with terrible timing. By Christmas it seemed like my cough was finally starting to die down but then we spent many hours out in the very cold air building a trampoline. I coughed like I was dying on Christmas day and decided it was time to go to the doctor the next morning. They thought my lungs probably just got irritated from the cold and gave me some medicine. A week later I was still coughing like mad so I went back to the doctor. Any guesses what I have? Whooping Cough.
For those of you who don't know much about whooping cough, I sure didn't, it is a bacterial infection more properly called Bordatella Pertussis. This is the illness that represents the P and the DTP vaccine most children get. Since being diagnosed with it through a blood test I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about Pertussis. It is an illness that causes people to cough and choke as if they cannot get enough air in what are called paroxysms and then to gasp for air, sometimes making a whooping noise. The average length of this illness is 7 weeks and I have just entered my 7th week so I am really hoping it is nearly over. Since Christmas it seems to have been mostly worsening with the occasional really good day and the occasional amazingly bad day. I hope I don't jinx myself but yesterday and today there was nearly no coughing (which is only fair, I think I cracked a rib coughing on Saturday night).
Ok, I'm pretty sure there was more I was going to say about this but I'm tired and can't think of anything else. Being sick for 2 months is exhausting. In closing I will point you to the soon to be updated Girlies Photo Album.
