Little brother was sick this weekend. So we did what any normal family would do. We hunkered down at home, ate comfort food, snuggled on the couch, gave daily baths, and turned on as much Thomas the Train as the little guy wanted. And we sang, and painted, and hugged, and kissed, until that 104 degrees dropped to something a little bit more reasonable.
Because that's what family is about. Comfort. Comfort food or comfy blankies...whatever floats your boat brother because this is your weekend. And Cavin sure didn't mind those pancakes.
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| (look at those baby blues...just like nana's) |
Meanwhile, Ellis fought off a virus that gave him a high fever, got stung by a yellow jacket, and bitten by the cat. This was not his weekend. But once the ibuprofen kicked in, life wasn't so bad.
That's the thing about being sick. It makes you slow down, focus attention on those you love and those that love you, hug a little more, love and little more, and appreciate what you have just a little more.
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| (I friggin' LOVE the dimple on his right cheek!) |
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