On Christmas Eve this year, Mr. Howard and I were both sick. He was on Day 3 of his cold and I was on Day 1. We were a big hot mess (minus the hot part). We also hadn't wrapped a SINGLE present. Not one. Nothing like waiting until the last minute...
The Polar Express came on the TV and I was upstairs getting ready. When I came down, I saw Grandma, Pop Pop, and the kids all sitting on the couch entranced. It was adorable how still the kids were!
A close up of Buddy:
It was the perfect way to spend an evening! We put the kids to bed after dinner and they were SO excited that Santa was coming in the morning. At the end of the night, I hurried into my room, took several Advil, and wrapped all the presents before my body aches became unbearable. I so wish Mr. Howard and I hadn't been sick, but I'm thankful that we don't get sick all that often.