boy toy...check; cookies...check; doctor?...check

Christmas Eve my Grandma Lynn always gave all the boys...i mean "men" a toy...i mean a special gift. Airplanes, paddle balls, helicopters, etc....It would always turn into some sort of competition and I remember them all so clearly. When Aidan was born and we had 2 boys in our family, I started giving "boy toys" on Christmas Eve and the tradition continues. This year was an air hog rocket launcher and although it was cold and windy, the boys went out in the morning and gave it a try before Todd headed to work.

Then Canon had a Dr.'s appointment later that morning. He wore his reindeer shirt and his Santa cheeks(poor thing). He was croupy and had fever and so we took him in and got an antibiotic. It was the start of a bad couple of days for him, although he was still cheery in the doctors office.

Then we came home and decorated cookies. Kind of. Canon was not feeling well at all and had high fever by then, so Aidan decorated some and then Quinn got a hold of the decorated cookies. We call her cookie monster!