McIver woke up with a 102 temp early Monday morning - and an upset tummy. The upset tummy really freaked him out - I don't think he remembers the last time he was sick like that. After taking Olivia to school, we just spent the morning hanging around the house.
McIver: Mommy, I need you. I just don't feel good.
Me: What do you feel like, bud?
McIver: I feel like surgery.
Poor guy! He fell asleep yesterday afternoon (which is usually the kiss of death as far as bedtime goes), but ended up going to sleep just fine (maybe a tad late) which goes to show how sick he was. Anyway, he began to perk up once we got Olivia home from school and seems to be his old self today.