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Our Easter was fairly simple. Nobody’s feeling all that great (except me), so it was a low energy day. There was about an hour when dinner was cooking on the stove, the house was ready for company - and everyone was asleep but me. I basked in the quiet calm of a clean and smelling-delicious house.

This was Ess’ first real Easter. Last year at 4 or 5 months of age, she was more observer than participator. There was no observing this year. She was all out, gung-ho, in-the-mix hunting for eggs and trying to shovel fistfuls of Jelly Beans in her mouth. She puts on quite a show for us, that one.

Chee made me laugh as always. Last night we dyed 6 hard-boiled eggs. I told her we’d leave them out and the Easter Bunny would stop by our house and hide them overnight, along with other plastic eggs that would have treats in them.

Fast forward to this morning. She’s intent only on finding the ones we colored. She picked up a plastic egg, turned it over and over, studying it carefully, and deposited unceremoniously back in its hiding-in-plain sight locale.

Apparently the Easter Bunny doesn’t hide eggs that are cracked, so one was not to be found. There was much consternation. This was the egg that had Chee’s name on it, that she herself had dropped and cracked. Where’s the Chee egg? I can’t find Chee. Fortunately it showed up in the next room, cracked and all, after a quick retrieval by me.

I’ll spare you the gory details of how the rest of the day went. Just know that she seemed happiest the 3 hours she napped on the couch. Chee does not do sick with any amount of grace. She’s miserable.

She nearly broke my heart tonight though. She played with some stamps this evening and tattooed her arms up and down. I insisted on a bath which she screamed through. Very unusual as she loves baths, yet not surprising as she’s so out-of-whack (sensory-wise). Later as she was laying in bed, she got very sad and said to her daddy, I sorry I cried in the bath.

That makes me want to cry now. I don’t want her to ever feel bad for crying. (Except she wasn’t crying, she was just standing there screaming. No tears.) Crying is always allowed. It’s always OK.

Her daddy said she must have asked for hugs, more hugs at least a hundred times tonight before falling asleep.

She’s definitely out of sorts sensory-wise. It’s hard to know where to draw the line with her at times. Is she just whining and being obnoxious because she can, or is there an underlying cause?

She has this week off due to spring break. Here’s hoping we can all get back into sorts with the Sensory stuff. Perhaps if she’s feeling better in a day or so we’ll be able to get out of the house.

It would be good for all of us to have some plain old fun. Indulgent even. Yes, fun is what Dr. Mom here is prescribing. To lighten our loads and lift our spirits, let’s have a blast!