Last night was a sleepless one in our household. Spencer woke up every couple of hours and when he was up, so were Mommy and Daddy. He seemed warm but we attributed his temperature to the general heat in the house. The ceiling fans seemed to merely circulate the hot air, not cool things down. We opened some windows at one point hoping that would help.
It wasn't until this morning that we realized Spencer had a fever. He was very sad because we were supposed to visit some friends this morning but he soon felt better when we read books in Mommy and Daddy's bed. Spencer and I napped for a while but he woke up, mumbling about about an elevator, when I had to move my elbow from his back. He's been lethargic all morning and even appears to have lost his appetite which means he must really be sick. Sweet child. He keeps trying to make himself better through sheer force of will -- as if saying he no longer has a fever would make it instantaneously go away. If only it were that simple...
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