Easter was nice but a bit off kilter. K. added coughing to her 
sneezing/light sensitive/purple ringed eyes/runny eyes & nose allergy misery on Saturday afternoon, and we gave her a Benadryl before driving to church on Sunday morning. She dozed in the car and slept in my lap under my coat during the service, so I missed communion and she missed the inappropriate story that the priest included in his sermon. She woke up in time to hunt for eggs, but didn't feel well enough to eat anything. When we got home, I took her temperature and was embarrassed to find that she was running a low fever. Apparently the mom who sat behind us during the service with her three small children and who glared furiously at me as we were leaving was quite right about my mothering/social decency skills. (Fortunately, she, like most of the people who filled the church for Easter, was just visiting.) K. rested in the afternoon, and Ed and I mismanaged the cooking so that our turkey was finished in time for a second course after the stuffing, potatoes, beans, etc.
sneezing/light sensitive/purple ringed eyes/runny eyes & nose allergy misery on Saturday afternoon, and we gave her a Benadryl before driving to church on Sunday morning. She dozed in the car and slept in my lap under my coat during the service, so I missed communion and she missed the inappropriate story that the priest included in his sermon. She woke up in time to hunt for eggs, but didn't feel well enough to eat anything. When we got home, I took her temperature and was embarrassed to find that she was running a low fever. Apparently the mom who sat behind us during the service with her three small children and who glared furiously at me as we were leaving was quite right about my mothering/social decency skills. (Fortunately, she, like most of the people who filled the church for Easter, was just visiting.) K. rested in the afternoon, and Ed and I mismanaged the cooking so that our turkey was finished in time for a second course after the stuffing, potatoes, beans, etc. We took K. to the doctor's yesterday. The PA-C we saw was nice, and I guess we will settle for their office until we can get in with another woman pediatrician. K.'s fever was gone, and the physician's assistant didn't find anything wrong with her aside from extreme nasal congestion from the allergies. K. opted for pills over allergy shots (Clarinex this time), and we also got prescriptions for nasal spray (as if!) and some new sort of skin cream for eczema. K.'s last t-ball practice was last night, and she felt well enough to catch and toss for a few minutes, but then decided that the sun was hurting her eyes and quit. Her first game is tonight, and I don't think she has ever hit the ball and run to first base (she doesn't mind hitting, but she's never been willing to run to the base).
T. woke during the night last night complaining of a gummy sore throat. He had mentioned it at the doctor's office, but he was carrying on about so many things at the time that we didn't pay attention & ask the PA to look at it. Stupid us. Now Ed is going to run him back into town to have them look at his throat and see if it is strep. He doesn't have a fever, but what do I know. At 
least he will have the chance to behave well and get a rubber bouncy ball like K. did yesterday after her check-up.
least he will have the chance to behave well and get a rubber bouncy ball like K. did yesterday after her check-up.*K. is only intermittently miserable. Mostly she is perfectly cheerful, especially when allowed to color in peace in a darkened room. We tried to find locally produced honey, and did find a source for nice organic honey, but it appears that we may have to wait til the end of April, or maybe May for the bees to get to producing. As the man at our beloved General Store said, "You know how bees are!"
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Oh, poor K. and now, poor T. It's hard enough being sick, but to be sick on such a joyous holiday as Easter is really yucky. At least they have a mommy who bakes them a fabulous Easter bunny cake! That is a beauty.
Don't worry about that church visitor's glare, you have fine mommy instincts.
Oh, no! I'm so sorry. I mis-read your title, though, and thought for a second the Easter Bunny had brought you "Cranky German Children".
You SO cannot tease us like that about the sermon!! What did he do???
Dy
Thanks, Dhugs! Even if people are feeling yucky, the cake must go on.
Dy, Too funny about the CG Children! If I can cheer them up with cake, I'll keep them!
The sermon was mostly a string of anecdotes about people who had suffered terribly Or who had lost loved ones (the theme and message was unclear), and how they had either been "reborn into new life" (through acceptance in a loving community) or comforted by visits from ghosts. The story I particularly objected to was about a woman who had been s*xually abused throughout her teen years, and whose reputation as "easy" had followed her. Eventually, she escaped her past and went on to have a happy, productive life. I'm not keen on string-of-anecdotes sermons anyway, and, given that there is no Sunday School during the sermon on Easter(a fact he couldn't possibly have forgotten, since the acolytes sit in the front pew)and there were many children present, I thought his choice of stories was very inappropriate. So far, T. has only asked me about the story of the water skier who ran into a root and died ("Do people really come back as ghosts, Mommy?"), but who knows what goes on in that little head?
OY! We've had only one of those. Zorak flicked me in the back of the head part way through the inappropriate story and whispered, "Hey, why don't we just take the kids to a bar this Saturday and get it all out in the open?"
Dy
What an Easter! The cake is awesome, though!
Sorry about the sermon. We'll never forget what we now call the Condom Sermon. Why? *Sigh*
Feel better!
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