Well, it would appear my weekend plans are changing by the moment. Nate was complaining of being congested this morning. I assumed it was the "Crap, I've got a test in World History and it's Friday and I really don't want to go to school anyway," case of the sniffles.
Turns out they were real. Very real. As in the gets worse by the hour real. When we came home from dinner at my in-laws he divebombed straight into bed staying awake only long enough for me to feed him some Benadryl. I'm afraid he's also running a fever not so much because he was warmish, but because he had the rosy cheek syndrome going on.
We may not be having sleepover after all unless he miraculously recovers overnight.
I have cute hands!
I keep calling him things. Poor guy is probably confused.
And because it deserves its own post, KITTY! OMG, so adorable.
Ugh, sorry Barb. Kids do manage to fall ill at the most inconvenient moments.
Barb, hope the kid recovers quickly.
It's funny how good names just don't work. My mental objections are insane.
Too round. Too OW. Too tee. No abbreviation. Yeah, that's cool, but...no.
Good thing I'm probably not having kids.
Zeexer is in the running despite it reminding me of skeeter. I dunno. I'll wake up tomorrow with another notion.
Ugh, sorry Barb. Kids do manage to fall ill at the most inconvenient moments.
Thanks, Burrell-- I did have a fleeting moment of feeling badly that we hadn't believed him this morning, but then again-- twelve year-old boy on a Friday morning about a month into the school year? It was about time for the "I don' wannas" to strike.
I just peeked in on him and he's curled up just like he used to when he was a toddler. Poor noodle.
Zeexer looks great on the page, sara, but I'd fear for trying to say it before I've had my coffee in the morning. Although I will admit to a certain fondness for Skeeter.
And thanks-- I hope he does recover quickly, but he gets sick SO rarely that when it hits, it has a tendency to hit hard. (They barely recognize us at the pediatrician's.)
