Our Easter should have had a ‘wa-waaa’ sound effect after it. Or a fake television audience booing. It was not the greatest Easter ever. I am so bummed. It doesn’t make it any better that the twin momma blogs I follow, and singleton blogs, for that matter, have posted about their wonderful, sunshiney, perfect Easters. My inner toddler is stomping her feet in protest! My inner toddler is also getting some great tantrum lessons from my little toddlers.
Easter morning started out with Haley-Elizabeth waking up with a 102.5 degree fever. 😦 They don’t make a frowny face big enough for that. She was pretty miserable all day. Hazel was so happy and healthy (thank GOD!) but having Haley be sick meant our day had to go a lot differently than how we had planned. And I know it’s only one Easter and we will have many more, but I’m still sad for the missed opportunities. And that she was sick. I think the worse blow was that this illness came out of freaking no where! Seriously! She was like this on Saturday:
Okay, yes, I know she’s just checking out her feet in this picture, but we had fun on Saturday! Tons of fun! Can’t you tell? And then for her to wake up not feeling well on Sunday was a shock…. I’m whining way too much about having a sick kid.
I still made her wear her Easter dress and she looked adorable while she was being sad.
And so did Hazel! Who is so sweet and I worry constantly about her not getting enough attention because her sister can demand so much of it. But the universe is lovely enough to provide opportunities for Hazel to get some one-on-one time. Like Ken holding Haley for a two hour nap on Sunday and letting me play with Hazel.
Next post will be about the girls Easter baskets! Cause I am way too scattered right now to manage to write anything. I mean, seriously, read through this post. It took me 26 hours to write this diddly little post. Yeah, Momma shouldn’t write unless it’s after bedtime, there’s a blanket in her lap, and a cup of tea on the table. And she shouldn’t talk about herself in the third person. Okay, I’m stopping before this gets awkward.
Leave a Reply