Spring Sick
It's been a long week. And just as we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel with Littles, it seems that Tiny has descended into a violent vortex of vomiting. The best thing is that he is a trauma hugger, and throwing up is extremely traumatic for a fourteen month old. Needless to say, there have been multiple outfit changes for everyone involved.
In the meantime, I've been taking joy in the little things that get us through. Like, the get well card that came from Little's class at Mother's Day Out. You should've seen his face light up. And running into three different friends while out walking yesterday afternoon (real live conversations with people who aren't threatening to throw up on me! The novelty factor was unparalleled...). But mostly, I've been enjoying spring.
We've been kind of cabin fevered since we don't want to spread germs: no library, no play dates, worst of all, no playground. So we've been spending a lot of time in the yard enjoying the sunshine and going for long walks to find signs of spring. Tiny gleefully busted out the year's first pair of sandals:
At any rate, the moral of the story was encompassed in the first moments of my day: in the middle of de-barfing the crib, I happened to check my phone's verse for the day, and it read: This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it! So I'm going to get on that. Right now. Seriously. Right. Now. Barfy babies and all.
In the meantime, I've been taking joy in the little things that get us through. Like, the get well card that came from Little's class at Mother's Day Out. You should've seen his face light up. And running into three different friends while out walking yesterday afternoon (real live conversations with people who aren't threatening to throw up on me! The novelty factor was unparalleled...). But mostly, I've been enjoying spring.
We've been kind of cabin fevered since we don't want to spread germs: no library, no play dates, worst of all, no playground. So we've been spending a lot of time in the yard enjoying the sunshine and going for long walks to find signs of spring. Tiny gleefully busted out the year's first pair of sandals:
We had a muffin picnic in the backyard:
And we discovered the first tree on base to burst into bud. At least, we maintain that it was the first tree. We then broke off a couple branches to bring home so we could have a little Spring in the house along with all the sickness. The Man thought we were horrible, defacing the tree like that for our own enjoyment, especially it being the First Tree on Base to Bloom, you know, but there are so many branches and the two we took were very little and how many other crazy people do you know who would take one for themselves?
At any rate, the moral of the story was encompassed in the first moments of my day: in the middle of de-barfing the crib, I happened to check my phone's verse for the day, and it read: This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it! So I'm going to get on that. Right now. Seriously. Right. Now. Barfy babies and all.
