New Christmas tradition: violent vomiting

It appears we have a new Woodhouse Christmas tradition on our hands: the one-day flu! We were worried when, less than 12 hours before we were supposed to board the plane for North Dakota, Eli threw up all over my lap. See, I don’t know if you remember our sad story from last year, but our Christmas basically involved a vicious one-day flu that ripped through our home one person at a time, finally ending with my poor visiting mom on Christmas Eve. No way could that happen again, right? Eli woke up fine and we got to Bismarck without incident (Eli was a great traveler, in fact). At least we skipped the travel day, because …

Sadly, I started getting nauseous the morning on Christmas Eve and threw up for the entire day. Justin had it by about 3 a.m. Christmas morning, and it was BAD. Actually, he managed to recover enough by late afternoon that he sat at the dinner table while we ate our Christmas turkey, and we did at least get our presents opened that night — on actual Christmas Day. Now we’re just praying that no one else gets it. And also, seriously? Two years in a row?

But anyway, I know you’re all here to see our Norman Rockwell-esque holiday pictures, and Eli has been delivering. Turns out Keith has a spare Lincoln Logs train set:

Eli got reunited with great Grandma Pat:

He was super patient letting us get him dressed up to go outside:

And he actually took to the snow like crazy … he got right into the spirit:

And you want Rockwell? Here’s your Rockwell, people:

And here are some videos, for additional cuteness. First, playing in the snow:

And finally, “cleaning up” his new toys. Awesome.

Click here to see all the North Dakota pictures, and his Hannukah parties and visit to Santa Cruz pictures are here! And Happy Holidays!