I got a bit better throughout the day, but about mid morning Kiddo's nose took to flowing like a river and he has been stopped up and running ever since. It's day 2 and I still feel like crap - sore throat, low grade fever, headache, etc, but Kiddo seems fine except for the nose. I guess that's what we get for sitting in the church nursery on Sunday.
Kiddo is napping today - something he apparently gave up on his 2nd birthday, so I am getting a much needed break. We haven't left the house for 2 days and I am about to go stir crazy. I can't wait till he gets up just so we can walk to the mailbox!
Yesterday morning, while I was crying an "I feel pitiful and want to call my mommy" cry into my coffee, Kiddo had wondered out into our back yard. This is part of our morning routine; I drink coffee and welcome the day with a good hour or so of internet surfing, and he gets chewed by mosquitoes in the back yard for a while. I sit near the back door so I can hear if anything is amiss and sure enough, after about 10 minutes I start to hear so weird grunting coming from the back yard...
This is what I saw! That is my 2 year old, NON-CLIMBING child on top of a, oh I'd say, about 4 foot high platform on his swingset. This boy never climbs anything without our assistance - I have no idea how he even got up there!
He was so proud of him self - he kept saying "big boy, big boy!" (which is what I tell him when he does it with my help).
What a stinker!
Later that day he was being too cute. I guess when you are sick different things are entertaining. He found his little Leapfrog Letter thingy on the refrigerator and started putting letters in. It sings a little annoying ditty and pronounces the letter - you know the one. The boy got stuck on "P" for almost an hour - pushing the button over and over again and laughing hysterically every time it said "P says PUH". Hubby was really entertaining to him as well (highly unusual) and they had great fun together while I tried to keep my head from exploding while making dinner.
I think tonight we'll pick up a bucket of chicken. I still feel like poo.