Poor Aaron has a doozy of a virus/illness/piggy flu and is capital M miserable. He's sicker tonight than I've ever seen him. Yesterday when I picked him up from daycare, he had a massive, no-holds-barred tantrum about getting into the car. Those kind of tantrums mean one of two things around here - sick child or tired child. He had a rough evening and was into bed early in the hopes that the magic of sleep would cure what ailed him.
Sadly, he's sicker than sleep alone can fix. We started and ended the day in the rocking chair.
There were a few bright spots, bursts of energy and smiles.
The walk to and from school with Meredith was a nice break from being in the rocking chair, and the kids did manage to play together for about half an hour in their new favourite toy - a cardboard box!
For all the bickering they can do at times, Meredith can be so empathetic towards him. Today she told me her heart felt broken that her brother was so sick, and she imagined mine must be cracked in a lot of places too.
May we be blessed with a quiet home and a night of that magical, restorative sleep tonight.
I'm sending lots of healing vibes. I hope Aaron's little body has bounced back already and is stronger for it. I absolutely love hearing how Meredith talks. She is such a wise little soul. :)
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