Remember when you were little and accidentally walked in front of the swings and the next thing you know, you've been kicked clear of the sandbox and the wind is knocked out of you? That's a little how this past week felt. Everything was just fine, when, bam! We took a kick to the stomach.
Lincoln had a fever with a temp of 103, and I had a fever from a baby permanently attached to my hip (and boob). Besides helping Lincoln recover, we've been up to diddly. As in diddly-squat. I may even admit that I enjoyed having my squirmy almost-one-year-old cuddle up to me for a few days.