Remember when I was all Yaaaaayyyyyy!  My kid is still sleeping and it is 9:52 a.m.?! 

Someone should have smacked me upside the head and said, "Hey dummy!  The last time he did that he was sick!"  because when he finally woke up a little after 10, he was hot.  On fire hot.  Okay, maybe not that hot, but definitely had a fever.  He then spent much of the day laying on me, or on his gma, or in my bed, not wanting to talk, eat, talk or talk which is way different than how he spends most of his days.  Talking.  Eating.  Talking.  Talking. 

This morning he woke up with an elevated temperature, not quite fever range but still higher than normal.  He doesn't have any other sick symptoms which I am grateful for but which also makes me nervous. 

We are supposed to go on another little trip tomorrow but at this point, I think we'll stay home for at least one more day to rest.  He's been getting a lot of that even though he did sneak outside for a few minutes tonight.  It wore him out and I knew he was done when he collapsed into my arms, a sobbing mess because I moved his car out of the middle of the driveway.  I did my best to console him all the while screaming, "I TOLD YOU GOING OUTSIDE WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA BECAUSE YOU NEED TO REST!" in my head.  I concealed my inside-the-head screaming very well because he clung to me and said, "Mom-mom would you please carry me inside?" and I know had he heard my inside-the-head screaming, he would have run away from me.  Very far. 

Let's hope for an early morning tomorrow!  Yay!!??