My poor little punkin...

Garin woke me up just after I finally got to sleep last night. It was so weird. He was fine when I put him to bed, but just a few hours later, he was horribly congested - coughing, runny nose, sneezing. Poor fella was almost inconsolable. We were up and down a few times in the night, but he just can't sleep well because he's so miserable. This is his first big illness, and I feel so bad for him. The faucet in his little nose is just wide open, and his little eyes are puffy and watery. He developed a fever this afternoon, and that's when I realized we have about one drop of Motrin in the bottle. I gave him Tylenol, and Daddy is getting more Motrin on his way home from work.
I was supposed to go to a TV interview about the craft show, but that's not gonna happen for me today. Someone else will have to go in my place. I am not going to leave him tonight.

Karl came home for a couple of hours this morning to stay with Garin, so I didn't miss my first day of our bowling league. I had a great time and enjoyed getting to know my partner. She's 60 and the wife of a retired officer. She has rheumatoid arthritis and has a hard time, so she doesn't bowl as well as she used to, but she is still better than me, and she really knows the game. She's a good teacher and is very sweet. This will be a fun way to spend my Wednesday mornings this winter!

It is a gorgeous day here. The temperatures are in the high 60's, and it's been sunny with blue skies until the last hour or so. It's clouded up just a little bit. I have no idea what the forecast is, but we're enjoying the fresh air coming through open windows. It makes me feel a little less like we're marinating in germs.

Guess I'd better go and see to my fussy little sweetheart. He needs lots of extra loving today.