11/11/11

Yesterday was supposed to be the luckiest day of our lives (even though next year we will observe 12/12/12...but whatever). The day started off well, after a week of strep, a viral infection, hacking smokers cough, high temps, three visits to the doctor, and a week home from school and work; you were finally at Sally's and I was at work. But at around 9:30 Sally called and you were throwing up. Grandpa H. And Blair Blair were off yesterday so Grandpa picked you up from Sally's and you only threw up one more time on the way home. Your high temp never returned thank goodness and I think the throw up was due to your two huge molars pushing their way into your left and right top gums.
I was able to leave work before noon . You were tired by that point and fell asleep on Blair Blair's lap for a while before we headed home. You watched tv for a while and dosed off in the chair watching Barney.
You and I spent the evening with Grandma and Grandpa H. we had Grandpa's famous "Sunday Night Supper" Carmel apples and popcorn ( you had pizza and olives as well) and we added the Carmel, that was not part of the real deal when Grandpa was a kid. Regardless, we had lots of fun and had a full time job trying to keep the un-popped kernels out of your mouth!
Even though we had fun, you still wouldn't let me out of reach and we headed home early. Blair Blair came over for a while to play with you until you got tired and then we watched four Barney's and you fell asleep.
I guess we didn't win the lottery or anything on 11/11/11 but I feel pretty lucky to have you!

This morning you are still wearing the sweet camo tee Sally put you in after you threw up, and you are finding tons of entertainment in your two bottles of medicine ( which you love to take, you actually giggle when I pull it out?!).