And the stockings were hung

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Just as I got the last of the kids shooed upstairs (that is getting harder and harder to do as they get older -- and I get older) and I began to fill all of the stockings, I heard the sound of throwing up, coming from up the stairs. How is it, that with the sound of the television going, and several dozen feet and a flight of stairs between a mother and her child, she can still hear the sound of someone throwing up?

'Twas Peach. And it lasted all night. And even though I had taken my bedtime Nyquil before I started filling stockings, I managed to make it up each time she woke again (of course dad, who had not taken cold medicine, never heard her). While Nyquil normally knocks me out (so I don't cough) each time she woke -- all the way until 4 a.m., I hopped out of bed like I had not even been sleeping. There's a special sick child alarm that God put inside each mother's brain.

She's feeling better today, and, of course, wants to know when she can have some chocolate.

Hope you're having a Happy St. Nicholas Day!




And if you're not from around here, you probably don't know that those "things" hanging next to the kids' stocking are Buckeye necklaces. My brother makes them and the kids have been asking for them. They look kind of strange if you don't know what they are.






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