James sounded like he was coming down with something on Thursday night. By the time I got home on Friday he was 100% sick with a fever and runny nose. We canceled our plans for Saturday.
Instead we went out to breakfast, and on our way back to the car James fell head-first up a flight of concrete stairs, unable to brace himself because his hands were in his pockets. Add a busted lip, bloody nose and scraped nose and forehead to the list of weekend ailments.
It is still really cold here in Chicago.
Sick kid + Cold weather = We watched a lot of basketball this weekend. The Jayhawks lost. I'm boycotting basketball for the rest of the year.
It is now Monday night and James still has a fever (sick day number two tomorrow). Chris is out of town. Parenthood rocks.
poor sick boy