The Littlest, as known as The King, is sick. Isn't it funny how when they get sick, it just crops up and plows you over because life is demanding that you give your full attention to IT and not the really important things? You know, stop and smell the roses and all that?
Bam. Last night, fever. This morning, I thought it had flown the coop based on his demeanor and slowly receding fever when just before lunch, the fever hit again and the rest of the day was mamma holding the Littlest. He rules. Of course. Is it his ears again? Throat? Just a virus that will be gone tomorrow? I don't know. I will tell you that if he wakes up with a fever in the night and/or in the morning, he's going to the Pediatrician.
You know when they just want you to hold him and they just lay there on top of you like this
then they are really sick. He'll be ok. We'll get through as always but it does take you off route you know. Maybe that's not such a bad thing. If he had not gotten sick, we'd have been running around a bit today and this made us stop and rest, relax, focus on the boys. He's sick, but he'll be ok, and maybe God does have a plan after all; eh? The plan is, slow down. Pay attention. Be quiet. Good plan.
Jenn
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