It's been a long weekend. Yesterday, Bruiser only got changed out of pajamas around 4:30pm when I noticed that he was totally soaked. Then again, that might have been from me making him do dishes (he's two, it was a messy job). It was sometime after that when I finally connected that sad & clingy behaviour with the substantial fever. Duh.

Note the long-suffering look he's displaying, as I read him "Who Loves Tonka Trucks" for the tenth time in a row. Note the slightly crazed look I'm sporting. And we've got another two days before Daddy comes home. Wish us luck!

ps - Clever Monkey isn't in this photo, because he's in time out, where he's spent most of the last three days, for shouting at me.