Tyler is on his second day of staying home this week for a fever, and he's definitely on the mend now. After having his fever getting up to 104 last night at 11:30 where he was delirious and crying and wasn't sure what to do, he's back down to 100.5 today, which for him is like nothing. I feel so bad for him. I remember those high fevers as a kid where all I wanted to do was cry.
Sick days are so much different now for us than they used to be. I remember as young kids, sick days meant fussiness and odd naptimes and refusing to eat or drink anything and just a very frustrating and exhausting day.
Fast forward to today... Tyler slept until 8:30 and woke up generally happy. Frustrated that he was missing school again, but once I told him we could go to the store later and maybe get him something for being so good, he was okay with it. Then he sat in the chair and watched cartoons for over an hour. After he was bored with that, he moved on to playing Wii video games.
Its the times like these that I realize how much the kids are growing up. Tyler doesn't need me to ask him if he needs to go to the bathroom, and tells me when he's hungry. He can start his own video game, and read the instructions on the screen. I have finished 4 loads of laundry, ran the dishwasher, and made some food for the rest of the week. I'm even cheering him on in his Wii Nerf game. So very different than it used to be.
I often find myself reflecting on how old the boys are getting, and how much they are changing. It helps me to cherish the moment if I remember how much the moments are evolving. So much more independence, conversation, laughs and smiles. Mostly, more personality in everything.
I've probably said it a million times, but it really hit me today how much these Stanfield boys are growing up. Too fast at times, but I'm going to soak in every moment, even on this sick day.
