I used to be the picture of health. Ok, so that might be an exaggeration, but I rarely ever got sick. Since being pregnant, I now average one cold per month. Evan and I take turns being sick. Sometimes I give it to him, but usually he's the infested one - either way, when one of us is sick, the other one almost always gets it. Don't ask me how Jeff factors into this equation, apparently he has an immune system made of steel.
I've been sick since last week with a strange head cold, but this morning (way too early, btw) we woke up to Evan coughing. After our pneumonia/asthma attack scare last month, I might be a little hypervigillant when it comes to things like coughing, but we decided to keep him home today. Of course, within a couple of hours, the cough went away and he seems to be feeling better, but I like knowing I'm here to keep an eye on him.
After managing to get a different shoe on each foot, Evan insisted on going "tside." So, once it warmed up a bit, we ventured out to do one of his favorite things - pick seeds off the trees. He calls them "little balls," and loves to collect them. It's nice to have the extra day with him, because this weekend, due to a rehearsal/wedding combo, Evan is going to Grandma's!