Donovan's Wonder Blog

This weekend was pretty eventful.

First of all, I started it out looking cute as ever!

Then Dixie came over and blew some bubbles for Rusty and me.

We all enjoyed that a great deal.

I chased them and laughed when Rusty tried to catch them, too.

She took me outside to play while Charlie's mom drove my mom to Dad's boat so she could get the truck.

Then we met Charlie and his mom at an art fair that was going on downtown.

It was great because there were animals for us to pet.

They had ducks...





and kids - which are baby goats.

There were also human kids there, too.

Charlie showed me the sheep. They looked like they were wearing big fluffy sweaters.



Then Mom showed me a puppy.




Then we watched a rythm band play some music.

Mom said the girl in the first row wearing the yellow necklace reminds her a lot of Aunt Courtney.

After the band we went to see the artists.

Mom and I knew about 15 other people we ran into up there. It's neat to live in a small town.

Any cultural outing is best shared with good friends. Especially Charlie.

Since the beach was just a short walk away, we went down to the shore and ran around a little bit. Mom and I dropped my shoe on the way down to the beach. It didn't bother me, but Mom went back for it.

Charlie and I got to run around on the beach together. We had fun...until our Moms stopped us from playing with a dead bird. Charlie touched it, I didn't. The mommies made Charlie use some antibacterial gel on his hands. It smelled funny.

When we got home, we had some dinner, but I wasn't feeling very hungry. We started preparing to go to an open mic in the evening, but all of a sudden, I threw up. It was not enjoyable. Mom was able to get me over the linoleum in time so I didn't get any on the carpet, but I got some on my shirt.

Since I had emptied my tummy, I got hungry again. Nothing appealed to me, though. I ate some pears and a couple of cheerios, but hardly a handful alltogether.

We hoped I was done being sick when Mom put me to bed, but I woke myself up by throwing up. At that point, Mom brought me into her bed and went to bed early with me.

Then, when it was time to throw up, she made sure I had a towel in front of me to catch it.

I threw up several times throughout the night, but I also nursed for most of the night. That helped in a few different ways:

Firstly, it makes me feel safe and happy to nurse, so no matter how much I threw up, or how much my tummy hurt, I never cried.

Seccondly, it gave me fluids so that I wouldn't dehydrate.

Thirdly, it gave me nutrients so that my body could be strong to fight off the virus.

And Fourthly, Mama's body helped make antibodies to help fight the virus, and I got those through her milk.

The last time I threw up was at 4:00 in the morning. This afternoon I made lots of diapers. Mom and Dad changed 5 stinky ones today alltogether.

This evening my appetite returned in full force. I was able to eat Tuna Helper for dinner AND part of a snack of some kiwifruit, banana slices and cheerios afterwards.

So I'm sorry I didn't blog after the art fair yesterday, but as you can see, I've been distracted.

I feel better, though. I just hope I have a better night's sleep tonight.