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sick bug

can you see that big fat tear?

i have to say that i am extremely blessed. john is one sick little kiddo right now - according to the doc, it's an undefined virus, and the only real symptom is a fever. he's taking plenty of tylenol, but as the dose wears off his temperature drifts up to 103+ and he gets pretty cranky and miserable.

so why am i so blessed? i think i'll write a list.

  1. i have a job and an employer that let me work at home when i need to, so i can be here to take care of my sick little peanut
  2. i live in an era that makes working from home be pretty seamless and easy

    and probably the biggest one that never ceases to amaze me: 
  3. i have a little peanut who is SUCH a good sport when he is sick. 
he's happily watched elmo most of the day, not minding that mommy was close but not holding him. when he wants to be held, he comes over to me and politely says, "up, please." when he gets tired, he lays down on his blanket and says, "night night." when he gets to feeling his worst, he does get pretty disastrous - but his version of disastrousness is those big fat tears in the picture above.

ok, in fairness, when he wakes up, he's more of a disaster than that. he yells, and screams, and is inconsolable. but it doesn't last long, and once he settles in he's a pitiful sweet little snuggle bundle.

so all things considered, this wasn't how i planned on spending my monday ... but i'll take it.

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