We got to go to Family Rollout Day at Daddy's work on Saturday. Which means we got to
Here it is, your aerospace-themed Christmas card picture.
Zach with a weird rash on his face.
We weren't actually sure we were even going to make it to the event, since Zachy had been sick and we the parental units were dragging @ss from cleaning up diarrhea and not sleeping. But we went. And the kids promptly resumed puking Sunday night/Monday morning, as if they'd barely missed a beat.
So...if you were there and we got you sick, I'm very sorry.
It's super exciting to get a picture of our whole family in which everybody's looking, and James is almost smiling a real smile rather than looking annoyed and almost-teenaged. Everybody was dressed REAL nice, too. Like, jeans and polo shirts and dresses. This is no small deal, because for some reason our eldest suffers from the irrational belief system that 1) pants are never necessary in Southern California and 2) wearing khakis or bluejeans makes him look like Jake From State Farm.
You know who I'm talking about.
Anyway, someday he may eventually recover from the embarrassment.