Pre-Easter

Our Easter celebrations happily began a few days early for us this year. Seeing that Augie is in school now, he was able to partake in his first Easter party/egg hunt on Thursday. I volunteered to hide the eggs out in the playground, and oh so conveniently had my camera with me. A bit to my surprise, August was less than into the occasion. While the munchkins at the front of the line were eager to get in the gate and grab the eggs they had spied, Augie was pulling up the rear in no hurry whatsoever. We were able to coax him under the slide to where he finally picked up one single egg... and quickly discarded his basket and any motivation to find others. Thankfully his teachers divide the loot evenly so that he managed to come home with more than one sad, empty egg.

Augie's basket was still under the slide

Thursday night we figured was the only time that we would have to dye eggs, so we did our best to make it happen. At about 10:00 that night we decided it was now or never, so we set up shop on the kitchen floor. I wouldn't say we were very successful. First of all, most of the eggs cracked in the boiling process. Those that did survive, were quickly crushed under the strength of our aggressive toddler's chubby palms. And I don't know if it was the fact that we used brown eggs, or curious george wouldn't leave them in the dye long enough... but it just wasn't working. As evident in Kevin's annoyed silence :)

Easter weekend however, turned into a bit of a condensed holiday weekend for us. We drove out to Houston on Friday evening, had a wonderfully relaxing dinner and conversation with Kevin's aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandmother...and then things got kind of weird. After spending a fun night of romping around like a wild banshee, August woke up at 4:00 am in a bit of a crisis. I woke up to him sitting up in his bed saying "done, done, done".  Once I picked him up and put him in bed with me I realized that he was shaking uncontrollably, all while burning hot, had a bit of fast paced, labored breathing and could not get comfortable for anything. After over and hour and a half of giving him ibuprofen, trying to console him, convincing him to drink a sippy cup of water, eat some crackers, and watch some soothing baby einstein movies on the ipad, we were finally able to get him to relax enough to go back to sleep for an hour or so.

on the road again...

The next morning he seemed to wake up like nothing had happened at all. So we went on a long walk around the neighborhood to feed the ducks, and look for some turtles before we went on our way to rural west Houston for Kevin's mom's family's annual Easter shindig. Once we got there and woke him from his car seat, we noticed that he was starting to turn south again. Sure enough, after being there for a few hours and taking a short nap, he woke up with a fever of 104, so we decided to load up and high-tail it back home. Thanks to some ibuprofen and some more fluids, he perked up enough in the car for me not be completely obsessing over his every breath. But knowing how his illnesses tend to go, I knew it was only a matter of time after sunset that things would start to get hairy again. It was definitely such a relief to make it home and get settled in for the night though. Soon enough he was back to 104, and in the amount of time it took to medicate him, he was passed out snoring on my chest. We all three proceeded to sleep in the living room, and didn't wake up again until 8:00 on Sunday morning!

While he's still not completely out of the woods, and sounds pretty horrible, hopefully the worst of whatever this is episode was, is behind us. It was all beginning to be way too much deja vu from his January bout for my liking!

lone shot of this year's easter attire