Poor Little Guy

Keith slept for 2 1/2 hours yesterday afternoon, got up and said he was hungry, but he ended up not eating his dinner. This morning he was alert and no longer had rosy cheeks (or ears!), actually ate his breakfast, and seemed to be much, much better. Luckily, the kids didn't have school today anyway, so he's got a whole day to recoup at home with just Dad--Izzy is at the day care and Mary has an all-day play date. Let's hope this is the end of it. And that NO ONE ELSE in the house gets it. And especially NOT on their birthday! I MEAN it! GRRR!!!