Santa Came To Town

Yes, Santa did come to the fire house Saturday night, but I didn't get any pictures of him to show you.

Kids were lined up waiting to get on the fire engine. It was rigged up somehow so kids rode on top of the engine and Santa was up there in a throne type of chair. They had to climb up a ladder to get on. I know it sounds dangerous, but I'm sure it was made safe, somehow. Not that I would actually know, because I never did get to go up there. The firemen had put some sides on the top of the engine to keep anyone from falling over.

I know I'm not writing this so it makes sense, but I'm really tired right now.

Rather than wait in line out in the cold, we waited inside the firehouse where there were goodies and refreshents. Tables were set up with coloring pages and crayons for the little kids.

This is Anya from up the road a little further from us. She's 3 months older than Heather.

As you cans see from the evidence around his mouth, Cole enjoyed a cup of hot cocoa before going for a ride with Santa. Heather was busy coloring. I had considered staying home with her and letting Wes take the boys because she had been a bear all afternoon with a miserable cold and stuffy runny nose, but then I thought it might be good for her to get out of the house and have a little fun. About 4 minutes after I took this picture, I looked down at her and thought, "Poor Heather." Her eyes were all read and she was pale. "I shouldn't have brought her here." I felt bad for her so I pulled her into my lap to give her a hug and she immediately threw up all over herself and me.

I sat there in shock hollering to Wes for some help. It took a while to get his attention because he was apparently very involved in some humorous conversation with Jason, Anya's dad.

While he went to find napkins or towels, Heather threw up all over herself and me a second time. None of my kids have ever thrown up in public before.

So Wes brought Heather and me home while Cole and Wayne stayed at ther fire station with Jason and Johanna. Then Wes went right back and rode on the fire truck with them. It sounded like they had a great time and they did not fall off.

Heather was sick again in the night. I was up with her a lot. Today she's had a high fever, but has been able to keep down some juice and food - crackers, applesauce, bland stuff I've been giving her.

In brighter news, Wes took the boys out to cut down a tree today. Here they are decorating it.

And here it is, all done. I looks like it was decorated by a 4 year old and a 7 year old with a sick (almost) 2 year old getting in on it too.
It's only a matter of time before Wayne and Cole get sick too. Let's just hope it's not on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. We're going to Maine for an early Christmas.