Day 82: Easter Egg Hunts and Puke

This morning Alivia woke up at 6 am. I know she did this because she knew that it was my one day of the week that I didn't have to wake up at 6, and she thinks this is funny. At least she was very happy about the whole thing and had a lot to say in her baby gibberish.

Even though I was up at 6, I didn't actually get out of bed until Jack started crying. We laid in our bed like lazy people for a while, then Shawn wandered in to get Jack. That's when he learned that Jack had thrown up at some point in the night. I got the bath ready, Shawn handled the puke mess like a man, he always does, and I love that feature in him. As Jack sat in the tub, my sister-in-law called. I spoke with her for a few minutes, but then Jack started throwing up in the tub. Poor little bug. I knew he wasn't feeling well when I watched him sit in the tub and make no effort to play with any toys or splash in any way.

After showering Jack since the bath was a failure, I got him out and dressed him. As I dressed him he got panicky and I could tell he was going to puke again. His natural reaction to this feeling was to run with no particular destination in mind. My natural instinct was to catch him and get him to the nearest utility with a drain, toilet, sink, tub, shower, I so didn't care, just not my bed or carpet. Jack ran for my room of course, and I caught him just in time to get him over the tile floor and almost to the toilet before the moment of impact. I spent the next several hours trying my best to teach him how to puke in a bowl or toilet.

Jack kind of started perking up, so I decided to at least try to get Lucy to the Easter Egg Hunt in the park today. After driving all the way there I noticed all the people leaving and decided that I missed it. As I drove home (and was practically there mind you), the radio station informed me that Lucy's age group's hunt was starting at noon. So, I turned around and went back to the park, and got Lucy there just in time. There were SO many kids and so not enough eggs. Lucy took off when they said go and ran to an egg just to watch another kid snatch it. Then she ran to the next one that a parent snatched. This happened several times and I watched helplessly from the side since I couldn't leave Alivia by herself. After watching three PARENTS snatch eggs as Lucy reached for them, I lost her in the crowd.

When Lucy wandered her way back to me she was in tears with only one egg in her basket and two halves of eggs that no one else wanted because there was nothing in them. My heart was broken for her. One nice little girl gave Lucy a candy that she got in one of her two eggs. I hated that hunt and will never go back to it again. It was pathetic. There were probably 150 kids and about 200 eggs. The age group for this hunt was 4-7, so Lucy was on the younger end, but what I want to know is why in the heck did parents feel like they needed to help their 4-7 year old kid? The parent that bugged me the most was the one that I watched snatch Lucy's third egg and hand it to his kid that I'm pretty sure was too old for this age group. Not okay. I think I'll organize my own neighborhood egg hunt next year.

When we got home Jack was still sleeping. He and Alivia took amazing naps today. Shawn and I used our down time to do a lot of laundry and get ready for Shawn's Easter Cantata that was tonight. Shawn's parents came down and we went to dinner with them, then headed to the Cantata. It was amazing, I'm so glad Shawn can find one time a year to do something like that, even if it demands a lot of time, it is good for him.

Quote of the day: 
          Lucy: "Oh my gosh! I have to pee!!"