I think my son is coming down with a cold. Again. Sigh. We were just getting healthy again.
When I put him to bed tonight, he was very upset and not handling things well at all. Took him a while to calm down. He finally walked over to me and laid his head on my chest. I put my arms around him. Then he looked at me hopefully and said he wanted to nurse.
Do you know how badly in that moment I wished that I could?
I am hoping against hope that I don’t get sick again, too.
Another highlight of putting my son to bed was that at one point when I yawned, it triggered my gag reflex and I heaved quite noticeably.
He stopped reading his book and turned to ask my why I threw up.
Good question, kid.
My rolls and pumpkin pie turned out great. As did everything everyone else made. I love how that always seems to work out on Thanksgiving.