Let Them Eat Cake! ('Cause she sure didn't feel like it)

I knew that something was amiss at 12:30 this morning when Nora woke up crying. Now it may not seem odd that a baby would cry in the middle of the night, but for this baby it is. When I went in to see what the trouble was she smelled and it was obvious she was not going to just grab blankie and lay back down. I took her and changed her which is always funny in the middle of the night. She starts doing all of her tricks- waving and clapping, blowing kisses and doing "so big"- which always makes me laugh. She wouldn't settle down so I made her a bottle and we wandered around a bit, took some pictures, and hung out.

She just couldn't get comfy so I decided to bring her into bed with me where we cuddled and sang. This lasted a while then she was done and went into her own bed.

So 7:30 rolls around, Abby is up playing in our room while Tim and I try to get those last 2 minutes of sleep and I started waiting to hear from Nora. Seeing as this was her "big party day" we had a fairly tight schedule to adhere to and I was worried about her nap getting screwed up and throwing off her day. So I wait and I wait and wait, checking once to make sure she was still breathing, and waited some more. Finally at about 9:45 she wakes up in a daze.
Now since I am my mother's daughter I have to cram every last little thing into every second of every day, so when Nora woke up she was greeted by Tim and I as well as Tony, and my dear friend Sweet Charles who had come to cut our hair (don't ask, it is what it is).
By 10:30 Nora was back to sleep and I was trying not to be neurotic about it because I knew that she needed to be someplace by 1. I left Tim with explicit instructions on wardrobing, feeding etc. and headed over to my father in law's house with all the party supplies.
Everything about her party was great. There were kids there for Abby to frolic with. People were eating, drinking and talking. All was right with the world (despite the foolish hat my MIL gave Nora to wear)....

...until Nora gave this pathetic little cough and threw up all over me.
Now I didn't want to panic anyone so I just stripped her down and put her in her bathing suit so no one would really notice that my kid had the Avian Flu at her birthday party. I also tried to use her donning her swimsuit as a clue that we needed to move this little party along. I wanted some butter cream, but Tim had to finish his Skee Ball tournament or some nonsense and I'll be damned if I am getting in a bathing suit if there is no potential for a little tan (I know, I know, skin cancer, but there is the bacon theory).
So everyone swims, then its cake time.....


Can I tell you a secret? I think my kid is sick. She would not get off of me for most of the day, and although she went through the birthday party motions I think she felt like crap all day and wasn't into it. Tim keeps telling me that she is teething, but this doesn't look like teethign to me....

I hope that i haven't scarred her by forcing her to star in her own birthday party when she had the yuks, but most of all I hope she feels better. I also hope she doesn't mind if I have some more of her cake tonight......