We are recovered.

And just in time for two dumpings of snow.  Beautiful, but I've had enough shoveling for the winter, thanks.

Prancer is down with it, though, and so we had to postpone our Christmas with him.  It was the saddest thing ~ I shoveled all morning so I could get the car out of the driveway and called over to verify we'd be picking him up shortly.  He answered in a not-so-bright voice and when asked how his morning was instead of the usual re-telling of various cartoons or trouble he'd gotten into, I got a weak sounding, "Not good."  So hopefully we'll be able to reschedule.

Thankfully, Mozart is fully recovered (and I didn't succumb).  When he was well enough, we went over to Mme. Child's house for dinner.  While the adults were in the kitchen the children played quietly.  Though we didn't *think* too quietly.  Alas, a bloodied Mozart came into the room after having "crashed the angels".  Mme. Child's very precious Lenox angels. Two of them.  And a snowman. And a Santa.  They could not be salvaged, though we were able to salvage Mozart's hands with several bandages.

Next day we went to the children's party at my work.  Mozart, of course, thought Santa had come to see him exclusively.  He could have held court on the man's lap for hours.  Before he was convinced not to take up any more time, Santa asked what happened to his hands, to which he replied, matter-of-factly, "Oh, those just my Angel Boo-Boos."

The Angel Boo-Boos have nearly healed and don't need bandages any longer, and though Mozart would clearly like to have them, he can now be distracted away from needing them.

One last tale:

This morning I had been out shoveling from the wee hours.  When I cam back in I hear, "Mama! I am awake!  I am in a good mood!"  Very pleased by this, I go to collect him for breakfast.  While getting it together, he says, "I had good dreams.  So, I am in a good mood."  I asked him what his dreams were about, thinking they were likely about Santa or fire trucks as these are the things he talks most about these days, but his reply: "COOKIES!  Lots of them!!!"

Lazy morning.

Good Heavens, I slept until 10:46!!  I did wake up at 6 to get the Boy, but the Wife took over when he wouldn't be accommodating to continued rest.  And then I dreamed I was in the countryside in France enjoying a lovely meal with some very nice wines.  And then I dreamed I headed off to Paris for the day and learned that the hottest new style is "Homeless Chicque" - derived from having large backpacks full of seemingly everything and a blanket looped the belt - all to facilitate the ability to go all places on foot or by bicycle rather than cars.  Just when I began to dream that I was paralyzed (this happens often for me when I've slept too long), I woke up.   The Boy was watching "Charlie Brown's Christmas" and the Wife had cleared the toy corner out to make way for the tree.  We may just be tree hunting this afternoon.
 
Mozart took his last dose of Prednisone yesterday, and his is nearly himself today - can I have a YIPPEEEE!?!  He did learn some bad habits having been in a 'roid rage the past week, but it is so nice to have him back!