Sick Luke

My poor little guy is really sick. High fever, terrible cough, the works. We are stuck inside the house at a very inopportune time. I have too much to do, but I find myself sitting here in my pajamas with my arms around my own personal little space heater. Funny how the illusion of "schedules" or "plans" work with kids. They wake up sick, like Luke did Monday morning, and everything you thought that you had to do is suddenly simply not happening.

It is reasurring, however, that not even illness can keep my wee man from putting the moves on bitty baby.