Christmas in Arrowhead

So, I got sick.  It finally happened.  I didn't even make it home from work before throwing up in the car last Tuesday, but that didn't stop us from having Christmas.  Chris, my hero, took down Christmas in Monrovia, packed the car and took care of the boys while I was in bed for about 36 hours straight.  Although I failed on making Christmas dessert and some oatmeal cookies, we made it up to Arrowhead on Christmas Eve.  


The boys (really just Zach) had a fun time getting their stockings and opening up their presents.