the best day.

I meant to write this post yesterday because it was the best day.  But then the best day slowly went downhill as I realized that I hadn't yet kicked the sickness and I came down with another round of fever and all the fun that brings with it.  I figured I would have tons of time to write something coherent since Henry was begging to go to bed at 4:30 p.m.  I didn't let him go to bed until 5, hoping he would stay in bed until at least 6 in the morning.  But shortly after he went to bed I started to feel like shit all over again.  I had spent much of Sunday in bed shivering and moaning and in paaaaaaiiiiin until I would have to run to the bathroom and have flu-like symptoms that I am positive you don't want to ever read about.  Ever. 

But back to the best day.

We went to Henry's second science class and it was a ton of fun.  The topic was push and pull so there were lots of activities with trucks and playing with modeling clay and more painting.  Henry isn't so into the painting.  Hopefully that will change because I already love his art projects.  He played with the kids and at one point he was handing blocks to another little boy so that little boy could build something.  So cute.  And then at the end he helped clean up, which hasn't been his strong suit in the past. 

He was tired for class but he stayed awake in the car on the way home with a little trick I like to call, "FOOD" (See?  I told you it's my fault he's on the big side!  But not to worry too much, his pediatrician assures me he is still healthy) (very healthy) (also, it was snack time anyway so it's not like I was feeding him just to keep him awake in the car) (Just mostly to keep him awake in the car).  Note to self:  put twice as many Cheerios in the snack cup as you think will be necessary because at least half of them will end up in the car where he can't reach them. 

We got home and since it was starting to warm up outside, I opened the sliding glass door so Henry could get out to the screened/glassed in porch.  I tried to help him over the door jamb which is uneven and full of tripping obstacles.  He didn't want my help.  I watched him figure out how to get outside and how to get back inside.  He did it over and over and over until he was a pro.  So proud!

He wanted to take a nap at 11:30 which is early but I figured science class tired him out so put him down.  My little champ slept for almost 2 hours!  Yay!

After naptime we put our light jackets on and went outside.  It was the first time Henry and I had gone exploring the back yard together and it was perfectly magical for both of us.  The wind was blowing and the birds were singing and the ground was muddy and the squirrels were yelling at us.  He stood and watched it all and then tried to mimic the crows and he tripped and fell and laughed and did it again and oh my god I didn't want it to end.  When he finally did reach for my hand to help him over a big tree root, I realized that his hands were freezing so we had to go inside. 

Just everything about the day was wonderful and I kept thinking that this is what I dreamed of when I found out I was a mommy.  It was perfect.

So then the early bed time.  He went to sleep just fine but shortly after that I realized he wasn't feeling well and was sniffling and coughing in bed.  He still sleeps with that damn pacifier in his mouth but when he's stuffed up, he obviously can't have it and he wakes up a lot and cries out. 

He still didn't feel great today but really wanted to go outside again so of course I took him out.  He walked down the street and in the neighbors' yards and just had a great time.  I had to run and catch him to bring him home or I'm sure he would have walked all the way down the street.  

I know, I'm sure this is boring for everyone but me.  But I just feel like I need to share the happy stuff and this, this is happy stuff.

Oh, and he actually stayed in bed until 7:15 this morning.