Ronan has been sick for almost a week.

He’s got a really heavy cough that leaves him gurgling, and he’s stuffed up.  My little mouth breather.  Poor guy.

His temp stays right around 101, but he’s active and happy.  He’s eating and drinking, and sleeping a TON.

Today, he slept in until 9:55am.  I couldn’t even stay in bed that long.  I got up and did dishes, cleaned fruit, and made breakfast.  It was kind of awesome.  It was actually all SORTS of awesome.

Brock and I have both been feeling under the weather, which may be a slightly less robust version of the bug that Ronan has.  But I’m tired of being cooped up in the house.  I miss going to the pool.  Or to the mall.  Or for playdates.

I don’t mind the sleeping, but I’d love to go out and have some fun.  Hurry up and get better, son!