Poor Parker

Parker went to bed last night not feeling too well. In the middle of the night, he woke up screaming, "I'm sick! I'm sick!" I tried to comfort him in my bed, but as Miranda was already there (don't ask), it was tough. I picked up Parker and took him back to the back house where Daddy was peacefully sleeping. (Sorry Michael.)

Today, Parker had high fevers all day long. In the evening, it was 103. Yikes.

I think it's the first time he is sick and knows it. He just asks to be on the couch or sit with us. It's very sad and sweet.