This last picture should give you a clue.
He HATES having a wet shirt, so he does this weird arm up and under and through the shirt thing.
Also, a favorite saying of Sylas's is "My do it!" He uses "My" to replace all of his I'll, I'm, and Me's.
He will be three soon. My baby isn't a baby anymore. When did that happen?!
He had a temperature of 105.4 around midnight four nights ago. That threw Lohn and I into a panic. We heard him moaning in his sleep and we checked on him. I've NEVER had a kid get that hot. We gave him medicine, took off all his clothes, turned on the fan and the heat off. He was oddly happy and talkative though. He told Lohn and I all sorts of stuff, most of which we couldn't understand. His fever broke from the medicine about 30 minutes later, and it never came back. Weird. (Can I also say I really hate it when my kids are sick? I was a nervous wreck that night, shaking like a leaf.)
Oh, and he threw up last night. He seemed really confused about it. I don't think he's ever thrown up before. But once again, he was happy as pie, and didn't act sick at all. He was dancing and growling at us, and being his normal self. :)




2 comments:
How did he live in the Village for two years and never throw up? I'm glad he's ok, fevers are the scariest!
So funny!
And I second Julie, it's taken him that long to get a fever?
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