Rowan seems to have one of those “vanishes during the day, reappears in the evening” illnesses.
This morning, he bounced into our room looking cheerful and symptom-free. “G’morning, Mama!” he said. “Look out the windows. It’s the morning time!”
I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday, he could hardly keep his eyes open!
Not sure if his recovery would stick, we lazed about the house for most of the morning. By noon, however, there seemed to be no reason to stay cooped up on such a beautiful day.
While Kyle raked leaves, Rowan and I soaked up the sun. We kicked a ball around and practiced with his bike.
He had so much energy that he wouldn't stand still long enough for me to take his picture!
After finishing in the yard, Kyle took Rowan to the park. It was a glorious day!
By the time they came home, however, things had started to change. "Can you snuggle me, mama?" Rowan said, climbing up on the couch. He felt warm.
The fever, aches and sore throat had returned. Bummer.
Felix Felicis, or "Lucky Potion"
1 day ago