The Birthday Curse

It was The Little One's second birthday last weekend, as many of you know. Last year, he was perfectly healthy on his big day, but he, along with several other people who attended his party, got very sick afterward. He was so, so sick for days, with a fever and not able to keep anything down. This year, he was like that ON his big day.

I knew something wasn't quite right when I put him to bed the night before. He couldn't seem to get comfortable and took a long time to settle down. A few hours later, I was not so surprised to find him standing in his crib, crying and vomiting. 4 complete changes of sheets and pajamas later, and it was morning.

Paul and I drank a LOT of coffee and debated whether to cancel the party or go ahead with it. The Little One seemed in pretty good spirits in the morning, and we thought he might be feeling better. If we cancel it, when will we be able to reschedule? And the older kids were really looking forward to seeing their cousins. The final decision...warn everyone that The Little One was sick, and invite them to come on over anyway. And they did!!!

It turned out, he did not feel at all well, slept through some of the afternoon, and spent the rest of the time in my arms. Other than that, the party was a success. (He's not a crowd loving kid, so this may have been how it would have worked out even if he was feeling better.)

The night before, the boys and I made a roadway for the coffee table. Before the party the next day, The Little One got sick on it, so we had to make a new one.

The birthday cake, which the birthday boy did not eat.
We saved him some for 2 days later.

The cardboard box car we made for him.

He could not be less interested in opening presents.
Luckily, it is one of his brothers' favourite things to do!

Pink cheeks. Bruised head.
"Is this over yet???"

Happy Birthday, my little angel.
Hopefully, the curse will be broken next year.

PS: About 24 hours later he was as good as new!