Christmas season is over...

... and none too soon. This year's was the wackiest Christmas ever in the Kirkpatrick house. My parents and Kiry's (my wife) parents came for Christmas, and starting on Wednesday, one by one, every single person in the house came down with a stomach virus or the flu. I blame my kids, the little disease carriers that they are. I spent half a day cleaning barf off the floors, the walls, the doors, etc. Molly ended up spending Christmas afternoon in the emergency room after passing out from getting dehydrated. Kiry lost all my Christmas presents... she's sure they're in a bag someplace, she just doesn't know where the bag is. What a mess.