Burning up...

You've had quite the fever the past 2 days, talk about a miserable experience for all three of us. I'm proud of how I dealt with it, very level-headed, though I must admit there were times I was a bit panicky. Guess this is all practice before you actually get "sick" sometime. I know it could have been much worse and is bound to happen at some point. You and I have been sleeping in the blue room together, which actually has given me more sleep funny enough. You've been great about taking your Motrin. Even this a.m. all bleary-eyed and trying so hard to fall back asleep we walk into the bathroom and grab all the stuff, head back into the blue room, I sit you upright on the bed, you are yawning and fussing, I measure out the Motrin and bring it to your mouth. So sweetly you just open up, I think maybe now knowing it will help this strange feeling you've been feeling, so hot and sweaty, and then I turn out the lights, we curl right back up to one another and poof, off to dreamland. The reason I started typing this morning is I just put you down for your a.m. nap and come back out to glance at the living room... It took me a moment to register how different it is. Never in my past would I have thought I could manage allowing the scatter of Cheerios that is all over the place, pots and pans from the kitchen, every kind of toy imaginable to just BE, you know, stay there all day. Such a flurry and scattering of little boy all over my big girl world.