Last night we were invited to a "welcome to the world" dinner for my nephew, Asher. As my brother said, it was kind of like a baby dedication, but mostly (being the good Baptists that we are) we were just eating. We had a great night celebrating this new life that God has given into the care of Philip and Rebecca.
After the party, we realized that D was running fever and not feeling well. Even though he promises me that nothing hurts, he has done nothing today but camp out on the loveseat and watch cartoons. Those of you who know my little hurricane, know how unusual it is for him to be still for more than 5 minutes at a time. Still, he kept telling me that nothing hurt and that he felt fine, so I just let him vegitate with the cartoons and went on with my day.
Finally, this afternoon, his sister found something that could coax him to eat, cantaloupe. Between the two of them, they quickly polished off half of a large melon. A little while later, D climbed up in my lap and told me that he felt better. I told him that I was glad that he felt better, but that he and I would have to hang out at home tonight while the rest of the family goes to church so that he wouldn't risk spreading any germies to his friends.
His response was classic D.
There were only 2 germies making me sick and they left in my pee.
They just went out and washed away and now I don't have any germies left.
Yep, that's my boy.
4 days ago