Tuesday, January 11, 2011
He was droopy eyed and snuggling with Daddy on the couch watching HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. When Sam saw me walk in the door all he wanted was for Mama to hold him and rock him. So we spent the next three hours in the rocking chair. I got nothing done and I don't even care. I certainly don't want my baby to be sick, but it was so nice just to hold him, cuddle and know that I can make him feel better.
By the time Sam went to bed tonight, with his night time dose of Motrin, his temperature was down to 99.
All is right with the world.