Mother Goose Day

She nailed it!! My little Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary absolutely nailed it. Let me start at the beginning.

Woke up about 30 minutes late. Not a good sign. Rushed around like a mad woman trying to get her dressed and fed, Grendal walked, me showered and dressed, etc. I didn't even have time for my requisite 3 cups of coffee. Another bad sign.

As I was getting Maddie dressed in her costume, she wanted to know why she didn't have a real costume. Okay- we're on a budget. She was wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm Crabby- Leave me alone". I know the subtlety of that shirt and the whole "contrary" thing was lost on her, but please, give me a break. She also had a basket that we worked on for an hour last weekend, gluing silver bells and sea (cockle) shells all around it. I gave her a straw hat and she had a freakin' costume.

The program started on time and one by one, these adorable 3 year olds got in front of everyone and recited their nursery rhymes. The sweetest part was when one of the kids didn't want to say his, the class pitched in and said it with him. Then gave him high fives when he was done. Wouldn't that be awesome if we could do that as adults? When it was her turn, Maddie walked up to the front, waited for everyone to be quiet and said her entire rhyme by herself. Loud and clear. And added a little bow at the end.

I left after the program was over and went about enjoying my day. Until about 1:45. I got THE CALL. "Chelsea, I'm the nurse at DA, Maddie started vomitting, but she's not running a fever."

When I got to the nurses' office, my pitiful little girl was laying in the bed, looking all pitiful. I spoke with the nurse and she said there was a virus going around, some lasting up to 3 days. I saw her teacher and she told me that no other child had been sick in her class, but it is in the school.

Maddie was so sweet on the ride home. She told me that since she was sick, I was supposed to feed her in bed. And rub her tummy. And read her books. Until she feels better. Looking at her face, I agreed.

When we got home, Maddie was hungry and running around like her regular banshee self. Strange. I thought she was sick. I called her teacher to get some more facts. She said that it happened during quiet time, and no one saw it happen. Just that they heard some noise, and then her crying. Poor baby.

When I was telling Justin about it, and wondering if it was something serious, Maddie was listening intently. "Mommy, it happened when I did this. . ."

And she proceeded to stick her hand in her mouth as far as she could and try to gag herself. Not a virus. Yet. She's fine. Just a little weird.

And to end the day, we went to a basketball game. She was eating some cheetos and I asked if I could have one. "No, but you can lick my fingers when I'm done, if you want to." Thanks, honey.