for aunt dixie.

pratt woke monday night around 1130 with a high fever. high, high fever. the kind of fever that makes holding them painful. he was just crying and crying. which totally means something is wrong.

he's gotten better all thanks to motrin and pedialyte pops. and playing outside in the 74 degree weather in nothing but a diaper.

we haven't left the house since monday though. and well, i'm sort of in need of an intervention. because i'm starting to get cabin fever. anyway. pratt is getting better. he is still taking 4 hour naps, and is still pretty clingy, but he's on the mend for sure.

so, yesterday we cleaned out his closet. loaded up clothes that no longer fit. put up his spring clothes. took down the winter clothes. loaded up at least 10 pair of shoes that HE CAN NO LONGER WEAR.

where has my baby gone?

we came across something. a hat from aunt dixie. it hasn't fit him until just now.

and i don't know if it was the color. or because he already realizes the wonderfulness of finding a special treat in some drawer tucked away...but he loved it. and i promise i didn't tell him to point at the cap. it was just like he knew to or something. i don't know.

but dixie, this is for you. and uncle rick. we love you both. go cardinals!



happy thursday!