Sicky

Poor baby is sick!  Yesterday afternoon Peyton had a 100.8* temperature.  He cried all evening.  At one point I took a load of laundry upstairs.  Usually P will just follow me up.  He was crying but I came upstairs anyway.  The crying got louder and harder.  I went back down and found P at the bottom of the stairs right where I left him 2 minutes before bawling his eyes out.  He was waiting for me to carry him up.  Sad. He even woke up twice between 7:30 and 9pm.  So today we had a PJ day.  We didn't do anything-well, we did some stuff around the house but we just played and snuggled.  It was nice.  I love that little man and hope he feels better soon. 

I decided to take some pictures of him tonight.  I don't pull my camera out nearly enough these days.  He is looking so old.  And I loved that I caught him playing with his nativity.  He thinks the dog belongs on top of the stable. So cute.