The Forgotten

I felt sorry for this old dump truck in our backyard. It was a gift from me to my son on his very first Christmas. But he's mostly outgrown it, and now the truck sits forgotten in the snow, waiting for spring and the hope that maybe my daughter will play with it before she also loses interest.

Speaking of my daughter, she had some sort of stomach bug that kept her up all night before Christmas morning. She would fall asleep for thirty minutes, then wake up vomiting what little was left in her tummy. My wife and I didn't sleep much either. In fact, we were all zombies the next morning. Except my son... he got a good six hours and was ready to start opening presents around 7am.

The idea of Christmas roused my daughter and she was a real trooper for the first hour, but then she stretched out on the couch and napped on and off while we continued with opening gifts.

She didn't eat anything until that night when she suddenly announced that her tummy wanted ham, scalloped potatoes, and green beans. Whatever was making her sick, it was gone in 24 hours.

We had a better Day After Christmas, spending today just playing games and putting together some of the things the kids received. We'll probably do the same the rest of the week.

Personally, I got loaded up with TV DVDs... The complete 11-season run of MASH, CSI Season 6, Northern Exposure Seasons 1-5, Andy Griffith Show Seasons 6 & 7, St. Elsewhere Season 1, and The Cosby Show Season 1.

I don't know when I'll watch it all, but it was nice of Santa to finally get me some things I really wanted!