Sweetness

Elgin's sick with a pesky high fever that forced us to bow out of a camping party. Well, originally Cory was going to stay home with Elgin while I camped with Henry, but Cory is very good to indulge my maternal constitution when it hits, particularly when my youngest is just plain pitiful. 

Tonight, while we didn't camp, we did shoot hoops, hit the wiffle ball, watch Transformers: Rescue Bots, and snuggle a lot. 

His fever fluctuated again tonight, and he only wanted to be rocked. I told him that he was my sweet boy, and he said, "I'm not going to go anywhere." 

That's better than camping.