Or Not

After spending the afternoon not quietly watching movies, as I had anticipated, but rather bouncing around the house jabbering and playing, Sawyer crashed early this afternoon. It happens. Not often, but occasionally.

Connor and I were curled up on the couch watching one of the new Christmas movies, Bolt. Sawyer came over about half way through the movie, which he'd largely ignored to this point, curled himself around my legs (on the side Connor was not on) and promptly fell asleep. You know, as in the minute his head rested on top of my leg, he was sound asleep. That's one of Sawyer's gifts, instant sleep. Wouldn't we all like to have that at times?

So I carried him upstairs about 4 o'clock this afternoon to let him nap it out. That's never a good thing, but I figured being sick last night and bouncing around all day had finally caught up to him. Imagine my surprise when I asked Josh tonight after work how long the little guy had slept on him, and his response was that he was still sleeping!

So, who wants to come over and party about 4 in the morning? Because that's probably about the time he's going to be ready to start the day.

All Better

Three different times last night, Sawyer got sick. First, all over the couch just before bath and bed time. Second, in the few hours between bath and bed and when Josh went in to check on him before bed. And last, one more time while we were attempting to clean up his bed and pajamas so he could go back to sleep. He had a rough end of the day yesterday.

This morning, I was torn between sending him to school and keeping him home. I don't want to be one of those parents who send their kids to school when they might still be sick or when they could still be contagious to other children just because I like my peace. I do like, a lot in fact, but not at my son's expense. I was torn. He really has seemed much better this morning. He's been drinking (ice water, mind you, because I wouldn't chance anything else just yet) and eating his dry cereal. He has been a bit quieter and less active than usual, but all in all, pretty much fine.

But the quiet and less active eventually got me. That's just not Sawyer. I was afraid he would get to school, and even if feeling physically fine, might be in one of his moods where he demands to be held the whole time. That doesn't help the teachers or the other kids. I decided, about 20 minutes before time to go, not to chance it. I would keep him home with me.

And if I had visions of picking out a movie and curling up on the couch with my little man, since he's never quiet or still and his mood seemed to indicate I might get away with it for a change, then I was mistaken. Sneaky little thing apparently got all the quiet and inactive out of his system this morning. He picked one of his favorite DVDs - Teletubbies - and has been happily dancing and jabbering at them the last half an hour.

Clearly, he's all better now.

Taking a Break ...

Girls night out = late night (+ one sick little boy who keeps throwing up) = no blog entry.

Let It Snow!

Okay, not really, I'm actually sick of the stuff. But the kids had a big time on Sunday afternoon, playing outside in the snow with Grammy and Pappy while they were over to visit (Mommy and Daddy were enjoying a delayed anniversary dinner out).

There was sledding down our sloped driveway. There were snowball fights in the back yard. And there was the little snowman in the corner.



If it had been up to Connor, he would have had a hat. Not one of his, mind you, but one of his brothers. He has several, but the twins only have one each. Connor still thought one of theirs would work best!

Snapshot Sunday

Good play friends. Some of the time, anyway.