I'm not about to make you endure a long list of the uses of the treasure able Easter basket, but I will give you three 1) a mad dash and stash for cascarones, treat filled eggs, and other delectable goodies 2) a puke bucket for a long ride home from G&G's 3) if puke free a great way to stop a migraine.
Will is having a hard time with allergies. The Duncanville/Cedar Hill area is not the best place for a little boy with a great love for the outside. He had a great time with his both sets of Grandparents over Easter weekend/ Dave's birthday. He played Warcraft with Grandpa Carl on the computer (Hello, T for Teens doesn't apply when your 57 or 5.5, it's the combined age I was told). He fished in the Grandma Bean's Koi pond where Will's new turtle, Turtle, is swimming somewhat peacefully.
But somehow Easter morning after four days of Kingdom the little King came down with an asthma attack. Easter was also Dave's birthday and he tried his best to be happy for his Daddy. After some Easter egg, cough, cough, hunting and celebrating Dave's 32nd birthday we packed up the car and started the long journey home and Will feel into an allergy induced slumber for 2 hours.
He woke up a little after we decided to ditch I-35 for a longer, less crowded tour through the Hill Country on 281.
"Mooommm, I don't....." (Inaudible due to retching).
And bless our lucky stars a car wash came into the horizon. Dave peels off in its direction while Avery mimics Will's guttural responses as best as any 5 year old boy trapped in a 20 month old girl body can. GOTTA LOVE LEATHER as we wipe all offenses and threw out Will's blanket that was conveniently covering him and not so conveniently taking the hits.
In desperate acts I reach for the basket hiding in the back with the plethora of candy:
"Willie Bear, can you hold this in your lap in case you get sick again?"
I say to my sweet-little boy who has the look of complete defeat, not to mention a very alien green look to him.
And off we go, careful over the bumps and not so full speed ahead. Every once in a while we look back to see Will with a bucket (err, basket) over his head. It's probably better that way.
So Dave spends his birthday in a car and his birthday money on me, the kids spend their Easter with runny noses and abdominal exercise, and I am ready to get out of the car - I have laundry that takes precedence due to smell factors and an IPOD Nano that needs to be loaded up. Thanks Honey, I love your birthday!
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4 comments:
AHAHAHAAH! I had no idea Easter baskets were so multi-purpose! You wear one on your head for migraines, nice and tight, eh? Just don't do it while driving, you might get pulled over again-!
Oh, I barfed in the elephant blanket your granny made for me when I was in 3rd grade - I still remember that! Hopefully, we didn't throw it away, though...
:) rach
Poor William! That sounded like a wonderful road trip home! Hey, I am going to HAVE to run in the morning, Tuesday. If you want to join me, you know where to find me.
My poor family. upset tummies, killer headaches,5-hour long drives. Is it all a part of your Jedi training?
oh you poor soul....you endured all of this and STILL managed to blog such a coherant and insightful comment on my blog regarding the whole "woe is me" party I was having....you are a trooper!
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