I don't know how this happened. For months now I have thought to myself, "It is amazing how Quinn never gets sick." But I never once actually said this out loud so that I wouldn't jinx myself. And then he woke up a little before 4am this morning with a fever and congestion. And so we were home sick today. We went to the doctor and it is nothing more than a virus...which is good and bad.
Good because its just a virus.
Bad because there isn't anything he can really take to get better...it just has to run its course, which at his age is usually accompanied with a fever and if he has green snot, he's not allowed at daycare.
I will say this, though...he is the most wonderful sick child ever. He is so sweet and loving and snuggly. I just want to eat him up. Or take him to a toy store and buy him every toy in the place just because he is the sweetest boy ever. Big sigh. The downside to him being so sweet is that I don't get anything done...he pats the couch next to him and says, "'Mon, Mama, sit down." And then I end up watching 3 hours of Dora with him. Ugh.