The Holiday Curse

It seems that Davis is cursed to be sick for almost every holiday.  He was sick for his first Christmas, this past Thanksgiving, and now Easter!   I pretty much spent the three days before Easter trapped on the couch with a feverish, sickly two year old lying on my chest.  This was a disappointment, because not only do I hate to see my little one feeling so unwell, but we were also unable to do a lot of the fun Easter activties that I had hoped to do, like dying eggs and going to a community Easter egg hunt.  On the bright side, Davis is still too young to have any idea what he's missing, so at least I didn't have a sick kid who was also devastated at not hunting for eggs.  Thankfully, he felt better enough on Easter Sunday itself that we were able to attend church.  Davis adored the special music and clapped after the beautiful prelude.  :)  When we came home, he was eager to get his hands on his Easter basket.  Again, it's lucky that he's still so young, because I didn't have a chance to go to the store like I'd planned, so his Easter basket was a little bit on the slim-pickings side.  But he was happy opening the plastic eggs and lining up the handful of chocolate bunnies that he got.  He also learned to say a new word: "Bunny!"  And since the afternoon was sunny and semi-warm, we even got to take a walk and play at the park . . . with jackets on instead of winter coats! Will this curse of holiday illnesses ever be broken?  I would like to petition for all holidays to be moved to the May-September time period so that no further holidays are disrupted or ruined by the attack of mean, nasty germs.  Who's with me? waiting for church to begin . . . I love how his hand is in his pocket and he looks like a little man Look, mom, a bunny!   So many bunnies!