Christmas Eve

Nolan seems to be improving a bit on the pain front, which is very good news. He is still on the Tylenol with Codeine, but only takes it twice per day. We can tell when he needs a dose, because he stops swallowing and the drool starts pouring out of his mouth. He also cries and lets us know in a very loud voice, "MY THROAT HURTS!" Those communication skills we have worked on for three long years are coming in very handy lately.

We had friends over tonight, and he played outside in the snow for a while before fatigue set in (Nolan is not a fan of the great outdoors in general and wants to be carried- not fun in knee-deep snow).

The boys resisted bedtime, but Matt finally gave up the fight when he realized Santa would not come until all small children were fast asleep. Nolan, however, continues to fight the sleep fight. Playing Santa with an insomniac three year old in the house takes incredible ninja skills.

Somehow Mommy Santa managed to get the presents under the tree without Nolan noticing from his bedroom upstairs. His being hard of hearing works to my advantage sometimes- I'll take the benefits where I can get them.

I really can't wait to see the boys' expressions tomorrow morning. Three and Five are full of magic- and this year is truly magical!

Merry Christmas!

(To my friends who celebrated Hanukkah this year, I hope you had a joyous time as well).