Easter

Easter morning La woke up to a basket from The Bunny on her nightstand. The contents included mounds of candy, a Hello Kitty Pez Dispenser, sunglasses, a stuffed bunny, a whoopie cushion (her most prized item in the basket), and a gorgeous ivory and coral Easter dress. After dumping the contents of her basket on the bed, she skipped around the house, filling the empty basket with eggs that The Bunny had hidden for her. It was a wonderful way to wake up.

Then she walked into the dining room and barfed all over the table and rug.

And that's how the rest of our Easter went. La vomiting aaaaaaaaall daaaaay loooong. No pretty dress. No church. No family photos in front of the crepe myrtle in the front yard. No swimming with Dr P's brother's family in Tuscaloosa. No ham. No lamb. Just barfing.

Poor baby girl.



I just hate it when my sweet pea is sick. I wish with all my heart that it could be me instead. But it can't, so I repeatedly ask if she's feeling okay, and she repeatedly shakes her head no, and repeatedly my heart breaks.

But today she's better. Thank goodness.

And we did get a "family photo" in front of a crepe myrtle the day before Easter when we went to visit Dr P's sweet mama, so all was not lost.



And there's always next year!