My poor kids have been fighting some nasty viruses this week. Four of them had wellness checks scheduled over two days, and all four kids ended up having fevers at those checks. So much for well-checks. Between all four (youngest) kids they've had: fevers, headaches, coughs, sore throats, ear infection, pink eye, and vomit. Oh yes.
Sweet Isaiah woke up first today, just before 8:00, which is a little early for him. He said he didn't feel well, and I thought maybe eating would make him feel better. So I got him set up with cereal and milk, and left him to go upstairs and feed the baby.
After a while when I noticed Isaiah hadn't come back upstairs, I went down to check on him.
Milk gone, cereal half-eaten, empty chair, and no sign of Isaiah. For a second, "rapture" crossed my mind.
Then I noticed something in the background.
The blanket on the couch looked a little more "rounded" than usual.
Sure enough, sweet Isaiah was under the blanket, sound asleep. I thought about uncovering him, but after I determined there was enough air-flow I let him be.
Thankfully most of the kids are turning a corner and starting to get better.