He’s running a fever again. It’s the fourth time since Thanksgiving. Combined with the shorter days and the cold weather, I am definitely ready for winter to be over. Baby E and I stayed in confinement today. His fever is mild and it’s his only symptom. If he wasn’t sleeping, he wanted to cuddle, which has become a rarity since he started walking. There is nothing better than 25 pounds of kid laying on you, listening to them breathe and watching their chest move up and down. He would grab the strings of my hoodie and tug gently on them. His finger would trace the letters on my shirt. Every now and again he would glance up at my face, making sure I was still there, even though my arms already proved that I was. He didn’t want to sleep, he just wanted to be held. Something is off and he’s not sure what, but he knows what makes him feel better- mommy and daddy. Hopefully the morning will bring him relief!

Goodnight sweet boy!