Early on in the day, it was clear that Little Man wasn’t at 100%. It makes sense, since he had only had one dose of his antibiotic, but we had hoped for a quick turnaround. Another night of tossing and waking up meant he was tired, and it was clear that his ear was in pain. This meant we had to cancel plans we made over a month ago. No Boo at the Smithsonian Zoo for Little Man. It would have been outside, late at night, and just too much for him right now. I know he is too young to realize what he missed out on, and he probably felt much happier staying at home, but I still felt terrible that he wouldn’t get to have such a great adventure. But, we still plan to trick-or-treat for Halloween, and there is always next year for the zoo.
After breakfast, Little Man and I snuggled on the couch for a bit. I am letting him veg out a lot more than normal in hopes that it is distracting and helping him relax. Only two hours after waking for the day, I could see he was just too tired. I took him upstairs and decided I would lay with him. This seemed to make him happy, and he was out in a minute. I sat awake for awhile, just looking at his face, wishing I could take away his pain. Daddy came back from running errands, and Little Man seemed to wake up in great spirits. We even had a short dance party in the living room.
Later, he played with daddy downstairs, but I could hear that he wasn’t feeling great. I came down to check and found him laying on his daddy’s chest. I quietly backed away and left them to their moment. In the evening, after dinner, we played downstairs again. This time, Little Man was at least throwing a ball around and playing with his cars. I was laying on the couch, daddy was on the floor, and it was getting close to bedtime. Despite two naps, Little Man’s eyes were already drooping. He plopped on the floor next to daddy, his head not even on daddy’s arm, but on the floor. He wiggled onto his belly, and I watched him suck in and out his gut, making exaggerated motions. He flipped to his back and did the same, this time pinching his belly. I asked him what he was doing, and when he looked at me, we both laughed. He flipped to his stomach again. This time, he lay there quietly, and I asked if he was going to fall asleep. He looked up at me and nodded. His blinking started getting slower, and I started to see his eyes roll back in his head. We decided it was time to have his milk and get ready for bed. Of course, milk late at night always means bed to him, so he immediately wanted to play in his kitchen. A sick little guy and still using stall tactics to avoid bedtime!