Ugh...please start the pity party now...

I'm sick. Not just sniffle sick, but enough sick to the point that I went to the doctor. Little did I know that I would leave with a shot of something I can't remember in my @ss, and prescription that could probably cure the Ebola virus, and a stern recommendation to see an ENT. As my doctor exclaimed, and this is a quote, my tonsils are "HUGE". Apparently big is not necessarily better in the tonsil world, and he thinks that they will probably need to come out.

Now for all of you who remember my threshold of pain (ie- infamous cerclage story), they have a better chance of sticking their hand down my throat and ripping them out with bare hands then getting me under the knife, especially when said knife is in my throat, close to my jugular. Too close to my jugular in my non medical opinion.

So I sign off tonight with a snippet of how the holiday went in our house, sung along to the tune of the 12 days of Christmas...

12 bags of trash
11 rolls of paper
10 burnt strings of lights
9 battles over a fake lipstick
8 pounds of ham
7 play cell phones
6 missing shoes
5 hours of sleep
4 runny noses
3 off schedule triplets
2 time outs ...and
1 bloody Dominic nose....

As I hide in the office...

with my new 24" big @ss wide screen computer monitor...here are some pics from the trio decorating cookies for Santa. WOW- they look HUGE on this thing. I may never leave the house again...

It's beginning to look a lot like...

Vomit

Thursday night we took the kids, Drew's mom Liz, and my mom to Maggiano's at Fashion Show for dinner. Got the kiddos all dressed up and drove on down and the wonderfully accommodated our request to sit in the corner. It sucks trying to eat out and having every Larry, Moe and Curly come up just as you chomped down and ask you if they are triplets. So the staff graciously sat us as far in the corner as possible. Any further and we would have been eating on the Strip.

All was going wonderfully until Dumb Mommy Moment # 516 hit. That would also be known as"Aspen tries lasagna with sausage". Mmm yummy. She grinned from ear to ear. So did Mommy as I thought- WOW a new food! Add that to the weekly menu!

Or so I thought.

Until I picked her up and she projectile vomited like the Excorcist...ALL...OVER...ME.

You have not experienced pure humiliation unless you have sat in the middle of a very busy restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip, during the holiday season, with lasagna puke all over yourself.

Happy Holidays.

"HAHA- Aspen puked on Mommy!"

"Does this mean we aren't staying for dessert?"

"I feel so much better now Daddy"

Weekend pics...

We still have not ventured out to take the kids to see the "real" Santa at the mall. They just got over their 3rd cold and I'm just not ready to chance it yet with the mall germs. We did go to the "Pancakes with Santa" event that the LVMOM club had Saturday and well, Santa was not a big hit.

"HELP!"

"Get me off of him NOW!"

"You're not really Santa are you?"

"I'm not getting any closer- just get me a pancake."

"Mommy- you're not so tall yourself- where's YOUR shirt?"

Pre-lit my rumpus...

Drew is the official "light man" for all the Christmas trees in the house. However, I did break chain of command and fix the lights on the kids trees. We got the tree in the family room decorated, and then we started on the 9.5 ft "Pre lit" one in the foyer.

Nothin'..Nada..No twinkling lights to be had.

This did not make the Director of Lighting very happy.

So he threw some on top of the tree after spending an hour trying to unwrap the top portion. We got it decorated and then yesterday, another string burned out.

Needless to say, if looks could kill, my artifical tree would die a fake death.

On top of this, all three kids have boogie rivers running out their noses, and I have given up even attempting to keep sippy cups separated.

Now I have to go get Drew away from the tree before it goes out the front door.