Jeremiah is sick with something, we're not sure what. I did make a trip to the ped today because he just was inconsolable and wanted to be held - very un-J like behavior. Apparently there is a virus making it's way around town that includes watery eyes, snotty nose, and fever. At the Dr's office, J's fever was 103, and even over an hour after giving him some motrin, it was still 100.9. Poor dude, he is miserable. And to make things slightly worse, I do believe I'm coming down with what he has, yikes. So the Roland home will be under quarantine for while.
Other than that we're alright. Ha ha!
Here he is wrestling with Daddy on the floor - he's funny, because if I happen to be laying on the floor, he'll fall on me like he does with Shawn. I don't wrestle though, I make him cuddle with me. :-)
For lunch today, Sickey ate sliced olives. That's it - and not many of them, either! I'm happy to report that he did eat some yogurt and a few bites of oatmeal for dinner though. (I'm trying to stick to more bland foods)