This is a rather popular post title in our circle. And it fits here too--Evan still is pretty sick. Another day spent sacked out on the couch in PJs. He won't be going to preschool again tomorrow, making it an even week he's missed. He has a barky little cough, green snot, a fever (waxing and waning now) and diarrhea. Fortunately, he does not have junky lungs or bad oxygen sats.
It was really nice out this evening, so we bundled Evan up and loaded him in his stroller. We thought some fresh air might lift his spirits...and it did for the first half of the walk. All of a sudden he got really upset, but he didn't yell or make any noise. The tears started flowing, his lower lip quivered, and he started wringing his hands--it was very sad to see. We pushed him back home at a pretty brisk pace, feeling like awful parents for coming up with such a dumb idea in the first place.