In Which It Is Almost Christmas

Well the stockings are filled and Connor is asleep.  I haven't noticed any visions of sugar plums dancing around his head or anything, but he was making what we call his "Velociraptor of Doom" noises (basically an open-mouthed, barely audible hiss) right before bed, so maybe he's dreaming about a sleigh pulled by eight miniature dinosaurs instead.

That would be pretty cool, actually.  I'll add that to my list of stocking design ideas.

The little guy had a seizure-free day today, thankfully.  He didn't have a fever at all, so hopefully he's on the mend and this was just a 48 hour bug. 

I'm not sure how much Connor understands about Christmas; he's certainly not big on presents, though he likes the wrapping paper.  When you really don't like touching new things, I'm not sure a holiday that involves receiving a bunch of new things to touch is really going to be a favorite.  But he loves the music, seems to enjoy reading the Christmas story, and I know he enjoys all of the time we get to spend together as a family. 

I didn't take any pictures of the hustle and bustle today, but we did attend a wedding last weekend and the boys got all dressed up for the occasion.  Here's an only slightly-blurry-but-appropriately-Christmassy picture of them in all their finery, for those of you who've requested a picture of the little guy.  I know I've been slacking off in that department, but I swear I'll start taking more once the holiday craziness is over.

Anyway, a very Merry Christmas to you all!

~Jess