Well, Husband, LaLa, and I had a blissful, four-day Christmas break. Instead of driving six to eight hours to spend a mere two days on a blustery beach, we nixed the trip and stayed home, which enabled us to have an overnight visit with my sister- and brother-in-law, go to an amazing holiday party featuring pigs-in-a-blanket and about four different kinds of toffee, and most importantly, spend many hours lazing around the house doing NOTHING. Outside it was rainy, gray, and horrible and inside it was COZY.
One of our few ventures to the Outside was for a traditional Christmas Eve dinner. Since I'm Jewish, I'm referring, of course, to going out for Chinese food. We went with some other Hebraic friends, pigged out on stir-fried green beans, eggplant in garlic sauce, and crispy duck and sang "Moses the Chanukah Turtle" the whole ride home. (What you don't know that one? Moses the Chanukah Turtle, had a very shiny shell. . . Apparently, some deer named Rudolph owns first rights to the tune. . .)
The next day, we went to the house of these same friends, who have a Jewish mom and a Puerto Rican dad and had a traditional PR Christmas dinner--pork roast, rice with pigeon peas, tostones, and flan. I made the mantecaditos, which (Jose informed me) translates to "lard cookies." Ew! Mine, of course, just had shortening and they were awesome, if I do say so. Puerto Ricans know how to eat.
Then we went home for more cozying, sighing with contentment, happy (perhaps a bit smugly so) that we got to enjoy Christmas without actually having to do all the WORK that comes with Christmas.
And, that of course, is when everything went to crap in the course of, seriously, one hour. First the cable and DVR broke, leaving us TV-less--on a dark, rainy evening when everybody is busy and everything is closed.
Then LaLa came down with a sudden and alarming fever--made more alarming by the fact that a few times earlier that day she'd pointed to her back and said, "Back hurt" and "neck hurt." Husband's heart and mine simultaneously stopped as we looked at each other over our weeping baby's head and mouthed, "Meningitis." We used one phone to call our local children's hospital's helpline and another to call LaLa's uncle, who's a pediatrician. Since she wasn't stiffened or seizing, we figured out pretty quickly that it wasn't meningitis. So we gave her Tylenol and juice, plunked her into the bathtub, whereupon she started cooing and playing, and then put her to bed. And then we collapsed, rendered limp and listless by what felt like a near-miss with disaster.
A few minutes later, husband pulled a bowl out of the cabinet, dropped it, and somehow cut a deep gash in his palm in the shatter. Blood and ceramic shards were everywhere. Husband (admittedly not the best patient in the world) groaned about having to go to the ER for stitches on Christmas. And I poo-poohed him, saying, "That cut so doesn't need stitches." (Of course, two days later, it still looks kind of awful and open-woundish and I'm wondering if I was wrong.)
So, we went to bed grumbling, the four days of bliss completely cancelled out. LaLa stayed feverish and cranky for 24 more hours, keeping us up for two nights in a row, all without the help of all those Sesame Streets I'd DVR'd for a rainy day. This was the rainy day! It was even actually raining out!
But, it's now the 27th, and LaLa has completely bounced back, the cable guy has come and repaired the tube, and Husband has stopped moaning over his mortal wound. Today, we all had lunch together since granny nanny is out of town and Husband has a light week at work. LaLa ate like a champ. All is better.
But it kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it? I mean, we don't believe in baby Jesus, much less celebrate his birth on Christmas. And then we went and ate major trafe (hello, pork roast!) on Christmas day. From a Judeo-Christian standpoint, it seems we could have incurred some wrath no matter how you slice it.
If you believe in that sort of thing. Which I don't , really, but it IS an interesting coincidence, isn't it?
Hope your Christmas was wrath-free, however you chose to observe it. I'll be back soon with a GCC post!