The Fate of the Easter Egg

So, Ellie carried that blue egg around all night that night Annie came over for dinner.  The day leading up to this evening was a rough one for miss Elle-Belle.  Daddy was on the road with his team in Richmond, so Mommy was on her own with the kiddos.  When I'm on my own, I keep them BUSY...best way for me to avoid feeling lonely and best way to tire them out so that they'll take a long afternoon nap for me!  Ellie REFUSED her nap that day (played "Ring Around the Rosie" with her stuffed animals and sang "Go Potty Go" for two hours in her crib, instead).  So, by the time Auntie Noni got over the house for dinner with the eggs in hand, Ellie was a WRECK!  And when she's a wreck, she tends to hide her fatigue with frenzy...she turns into a red-headed Tasmanian Devil, I swear!  I told her to quite climbing the furniture countless times that night...especially with a hard-boiled egg in hand!  (Mind you, our home is on the market, too, and I was having to keep it spotless for showings the whole time we were home...yolk ground into the carpet?...no thank you.)

At some point in the evening, the climbing got out of control (and climbing with a hard-boiled egg in hand is quite difficult), and she rolled off the couch, absolutely NAILING her head on the underside of the coffee table.  Poor baby really hurt herself, but I really didn't feel sorry for her.  I'd told her not to climb 5000 times that evening...and I've been doing so for the past five months.  Anyway, I so now understand my Dad's famous line when we were growing up and asked to go out to play without wearing our shoes: "Fine. But don't you come home crying when you stub your toe, because I won't feel sorry for you." Gosh, I used to think he was cruel.  Oh, yes, and the egg was everywhere!  Yolk ground into the living room carpet, for sure.  

After her recovery (from both the head injury and the broken egg), I left her to snuggle with Noni on the couch (and gave her the second blue egg to hold), while I went upstairs to feed Charlie and put him to bed.  Annie and I both separately noticed that it was odd how calm and "snuggly" Ellie was with her.  She NEVER sits still like that.  Anyway, by the time I came back down, the restless day had taken it's toll, and Ellie had passed out COLD in her Auntie's lap.  Such a weird thing, since it usually takes Ellie at least thirty minutes of reading books in the dark and or singing with her "animal friends" to fall asleep at night.  The whole thing was super cute at first, but then it started to get scary when we could move her all around, open up her eye lids and peek at her eyes, talk loudly to her, and still, she wouldn't wake up.  We called Mahgie immediately...did she have a concussion from the fall??  We kept an eye on her and followed all of Mahgie's nursey advice, but it turns out that she was just that tired.  Easter absolutely wore that little girl out.