Today was an interesting day. Late this morning the town had its annual Easter egg hunt, which is held at a local park and hosted by University students. The kids all line up around a green that has Easter eggs strewn all over it, a whistle is blown, there's mayhem for approximately 30 seconds, and then, just like that, it's over. At the last minute Henry decided to ditch the birth-four year old hunt and head over to the one geared towards older kids. Henry trucked it down the field, got lost in a mob of scrambling kids, and emerged triumphant with exactly one egg. He was excited until he opened it and discovered a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, which he promptly unloaded onto his dad because *blech*. Afterwards he let off some steam at the park with one of his best buds, Elsa, then we headed back to our house with some friends where we had lunch, dyed eggs, and I got to hold a two-month old while trying not to bewail how quickly Holly is growing. She's growing so fast!!! Wah!!!
Henry didn't have much lunch, and he seemed sort of sad. After our friends left, we sat on the swing in our backyard while I read him a book. First he sat across from me. Then he came over to my side of the swing. Then he scooched a little closer. A little closer. Then he climbed onto my lap. Then he curled up and rested his head against my stomach and tried to go to sleep. We relocated to his bedroom and rested for a bit, then headed downstairs to our bedroom with Holly when she woke up. Dave was in bed when we came down, so we all hung out for a while. At one point we noticed Henry had fallen asleep, so we tiptoed out. About an hour later he emerged, sat on the couch for some SpongeBob, then got up, hightailed it to the bathroom, and was sick to his stomach. He had a temperature of 100.5. Once I got Holly to bed, I joined him on the couch where we spent an hour and a half cooling off, watching iCarly, sipping Gatorade, munching crackers, getting into our jammies, and making one more trip to the bathroom. That last one seemed to do the trick. After that he was in better spirits and was keeping food down. I'm chalking it up to heat, exhaustion, and probably a little dehydration. On the one hand, I'm very sad that he was sick, on the other hand, it was GREAT snuggling with him on the swing and on the couch. I really take advantage of those times because in general he doesn't really like big shows of physical affection. Or little shows. Or vignettes, really. If it weren't for the threat of the Easter Bunny passing our house by (Is that even how it works?), he probably would have stayed on the couch all night. I love that boy.
