This morning Nate was still feverish, so he stayed home. I brought him a little tray with oatmeal and a glass of water (his request) for breakfast, and while he waited for it to cool, I got into his bed to hold him for a minute. I curled up next to him and rested my cheek on his arm. He was so warm; he felt like a stone that's been sitting in the sun all day long.
Now he's hanging out with his sisters, watching a movie and keeping the peace between them.
Wow, hope you all feel better soon. My Nate is littering the family room with potato chips.