Elijah actually was quite sick at Christmas. We had a very long drive interstate and Elijah woke up the morning of the trip with a fever and threw up. He was sick again three times in the car. The poor thing was rather miserable and couldn't keep any food down. By Christmas Eve, he couldn't even keep electrolytes, water or paracetamol down, and had lost an incredible amount of weight, so we took him off to Emergency - a milestone we didn't want to see. The doctor who treated him was a red-head too, so we felt an immediate kinship. He gave Elijah some serious anti-nausea medication that is usually reserved for chemotherapy patients. That enabled us to get some fluids and electrolytes into him and we were sent home. If you were wondering why Elijah didn't look too enthusiastic in these pictures, that is why. He was feeling a lot better, but was still quite sorry for himself at that point and entirely unable to eat.
On Christmas Day, Elijah was still not himself and could eat and keep some food down, but was very low on energy. He spent much of the day asleep and consequently, we took hardly any photos and none at his aunt's house, where we spent a great deal of the day.
Elijah was excited to see that his youngest cousin had a drum kit and he happily played on this for some time.