New Territory

In all of Riley's 3 1/2 years in the world he's had a real, honest to goodness illness once. He's had minor fevers associated with teething and garden variety colds, but only one real whopper. To have him officially sick with a high fever is unfamiliar territory for all of us. To look at our usually hale and hearty youngster and to see him pale and lethargic with glassy, watery eyes is quite unsettling.

The doctor told us to watch him today and if his fever is still high tomorrow to bring him in. Here's hoping his long nap this afternoon and a good nights rest will put him on the mend.

I made a little nest on the floor for him today and he crawled in, covered up his poor little goose-bumpy arms and fell asleep.

Despite his illness, Riley's hilarious three year old humor is still intact. We were having some juice this afternoon and after taking a big swig he burped. He said "A burp!" and then followed up that observation with "It's like a tootie from my mouth!". Ha! How can you argue with that?