I was awoken this morning by the dreaded sound of a baby gagging.
He did not make good on 'the promise', so I gave him some juice and he played with his Easter basket.
He seemed like he was enjoying his gifts, so I got him dressed for church.
As soon as he was dressed in his precious Easter outfit, the moment hit....he vomited 5 times. Poor baby.
So, off went the outfit. Off went the sweet invitation by dear friends to join them on an egg hunt today.
Instead, he settled in his little recliner with his Easter duck and watched his Praise Baby DVD.
Poor Elijah.
Oh, well. No eggs, no candy...but we are blessed with the superior meaning of Easter today, as well as the opportunity to celebrate it as a family.
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