My poor baby is sick. He got sick Monday night but slept thru the night. Woke up Tuesday okay. Even ate some breakfast. By mid-morning he wasn't feeling so great again and fell asleep on the couch. Fell asleep again around 5:30 when I left to take Logan to class.
This morning around 4:30AM Bella woke up crying. I went to get her and I heard noises from the boys' room. Opened the door and Logan is playing his DS and Ian's awake as well. Um hello?! It's 4 freakin 30! I nipped that real quick and told them both to get back to sleep and I took the DS with me. Logan didn't want to get up for school this morning- surprise, surprise! Anyway, when Ian woke up he didn't want breakfast. He was quite proud that he made his own cup of juice though and let me know it several times while I was still sleeping. Apparently I didn't say Good Job to him and that's the only answer he would take. As I realized later tonight though, I never ran the dishwasher last night and that cup was dirty. Yuck! He didn't eat lunch. He didn't eat dinner. He has had nothing but a few crackers and a lot of juice, milk and mainly water. Poor baby was in tears tonight because his tummy hurt. He let out a gag though and a big burp and appeared to feel a bit better though before bed.
Here's a pic I took of him this morning. He was all bundled up (been running a 101.x fever consistently) and just started nodding off while sitting on the couch. I hate seeing him so miserable but I must say that's it's been nice and quiet with no yelling, fussing or fighting. He just wants hugs and kisses and someone to cover him up. I hope he's back to his self soon though. I miss his smile and laugh.
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