We win the award this year for The Worst Christmas. Dakota got sick the Saturday before Christmas and I got sick a few days later. On Monday, Micah woke up sick and refused to eat or drink anything. Christmas Eve, the babes were miserable and Copper refused to get off the couch or eat much. That night, Christmas Eve, we traditionally went to Tim's parents. Micah wouldn't even look at most of her presents and wouldn't get off my lap. Dakota opened hers but it was pretty obvious she didn't feel well. Copper laid around all night. We called it an early night and settled at home. Santa forgot (intentionally) (out of extreme fatigue) to wrap the presents he left for the girls. And we really did forget to put out his cookies. The kids were asleep (on the way home) and in bed by 8:30. I went to bed around nine. Sleep cured Copper. She woke up at six o'clock ready for Christmas morning. The babes cried and were miserable. ...