He's Baaaacck!

Silas caught some sort of stomach/fever bug this week and has been kind of a wreck since Monday.  Super high fever, no appetite, and nothing seemed to satisfy him besides a bottle.  I always forget how exhausting it is to take care of a ailing toddler until I find myself doing it.  It's like once I think to myself,  Yeah, I got this, I can totally handle another kid no problem, something gets thrown off.

This week the days were filled with whining, bottles and too much PBS to admit and nights were filled with a hot little boy sleeping next to me digging his feet under my legs all. night. long.  (We usually don't do the family bed {not that there is anything wrong with it...}, but I'd rather deal with a sick toddler in my room than be walking waddling from my room to his 7 times a night! I mean I'm already waddling to the bathroom 4!)

The good news is, as of this afternoon, Silas turned a corner and he traded his whining for laughing--my boy is back!!