At Least I Tried

There was this one day in December when I actually thought everyone was healthy.  I though, "Quick, lets hurry to the mall to see Santa!"  Lila and I got dressed up cute.  The boys, although in dire need of haircuts, put on their nicest sweaters.  We were in the process of putting on shoes and coats when Nolan started to cry.  

"I don't want to see Santa!"  

Uh, this is new.  

Then he laid down on the floor.  

"My tummy hurts."

Oh no.

"I'm tired."

He suddenly looked pale and just as quickly fell asleep on the floor.

"Nevermind boys.  You can take your coats off.  We aren't going anywhere."

I picked Nolan up off the floor and carried him to his bed where he slept until the next morning.

There was no trip to see Santa this year (for the first time in 8 years!), but at least I took a picture of my cute little Gift with a big bow on her head.