Yesterday Henry's daycare called to say that he was running a fever so I hurried over to take that sweet baby home. Perhaps sweet is not the appropriate word to describe a sick baby. Perhaps explosive would be better since there were..ahem...outbursts of all kinds.
But every time I look down at him sleeping I swear I think it is my heart that might just explode right of my chest.
*Seriously? This is the best title I can come up with this morning? I am blaming it on the lack of sleep last night.