sick baby & a 4-day weekend

The best part about being a mom is being able to spend time with your child(ren). But the worst part is seeing them not feel well. Especially when they are not old enough to talk and tell you what is wrong. So you continuously wipe the nose (which has become such a sad battle-more on that in a minute...) and give some type of medicine in hopes it will make them feel better. Well, I had both worlds this weekend. Because of parent/teacher conferences and STATE teacher conferences, I had Friday and Monday off. So great!! I've been looking forward to this long weekend for a while. We stayed home, relaxed, and had fun around the house. The sad part of the story is that Fisher has a cold :(. He hasn't had many in his 15 (almost 16) months of life. But when he's sick, he still manages to stay in a pretty good mood. Our weekend in a (not so small) nutshell:

On Friday, Grandma and Luke stopped by after a visit to Kohl's. Luke likes to have Fisher sit in his wagon and pull him around-down the hall, around the dining room table, through the kitchen, then back again.



Then he likes to have Grandma pull Fisher so he can chase (and crash) behind with the dumptruck.



Fisher even got Grandma to read his favorite book-Goodnight Gorilla.






When it was time to go, Luke wanted to stay at Fisher's house. So we gave Grandma a break and kept Luke for the afternoon. It was pretty much lunch and then a nap. Luke wanted him and Fisher to nap in Fisher's bed. Here's what THAT looked like:



But not for long. When I heard bouncing on the bed, Luke ;-) decided that if he wanted to get any rest, he would have to sleep on our bed. And that was Friday, pretty much.

Saturday was low-key. Just hangin' out at home. Fisher got to do one of his favorite activities-"help" me rearrange my plastics cabinet. I think he knows the bowls and lids are not toys, so he really thinks he's getting away with something when he plays in there.





On Sunday, we went outside and raked leaves. Fisher mostly watched while he was on his swing, but he did get a chance to play in the leaves.





And the last day, Monday, I made chicken chili and Grandma, Uncle Eddie, and Luke came over again for a visit. The boys played their usual antics, we ate lunch, and we watched a little Ratatouille (very cute movie-if you haven't seen it yet). Luke was ready to go when it was time, and he had fun stomping in a puddle on his way out-oh, to be young like that again!

Now to my sick baby :(. As I said before, he does stay in good spirits when he is sick. Really, the only tears that come are when he has to get his runny nose wiped. Oh the drama! Why is it so hard to wipe a 1-year old's nose? How can such a little head move so fast to make it so awkward to wipe that snot before it gets to the mouth? And how can something that literally takes 2 seconds cause so much distress and tears? I'm ready for this cold to be over just to avoid the nose drainage.

And speaking of said baby...it's 10:00, and he's been asleep since 6. With no dinner in his belly. So I'm off to wake him up (am I crazy?) and try to get him to eat something (hopefully to avoid a hungry boy at 2 am).