I feel bad because it's been six days since my last entry. But I've been insanely busy with the star of this journal and a writing contest. Plus I'm still trying to get the apartment remotely organized before we pick up our Christmas tree.

Well, Paul II had his first reall illness. He's had a fever once before, but it only lasted a few hours. This week it came for a day, left for a day and came back for three more days. Which of course was my fault.

My husband had a family run with his unit and I so enjoyed the last one that I wanted to do it again. So after our boy had only been well for half a day, we dragged him out into the cold and ran for about a mile, as well as kept him out another half hour as we did warm-ups. Even though he was very bundled, I'm sure it didn't help him any.

Paul II received his first flu shot on Monday and it made him catch a fever for a bit. He also has to go back in January and get a booster. He'll probably be sick again. Fortunately my job is VERY flexible and understood why I was out.

But I hate to see the little one so sick For two days straight he cried and cried. Five minutes in the Bumper Jumper...WAAAH! Five minutes in the Exersaucer...WAAAH! Five minutes of him sitting on my knee, bouncing, five minutes standing and being forced to dance. Well, that last one gave me a laugh for the day. It's especially funny when I have him spank his rear like some hot guy dancer. Yeah, I'm a sick Mommy. But five minutes of everything under the sun and he'd be upset really quick.

Finally, the third day was Saturday and Paul I was home. GOOD! I left the two of them alone and went to work all day. Of course I had to deal with five crazy kids doing a crafts project at the shop. AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!

When I come home, what do I hear? "It's about time. I can't take it anymore!" Funny, I'd been saying the same thing the day before. Only mine came out, "Take him, I'm about to toss him through the window!"

Now he's all better, but as my husband says, I spoiled him those two days. Yes, I coddled him, but he was sick. So now, like any young man, he's milking it for all it's worth. Only he's healthy now and I'm not falling for it. "No! You lie there and play with your toys. I've had you on my lap for the last half hour and I'm hungry." He's starting to get the hint.

But as usual, he's my sweety and even after the two previous days, once I worked that full day, I couldn't wait to hug and hold him again. We treked through one of his German storybooks and both learned a little as usual. So far we have only two, but I have to find more books about castles and dragons. It's kind of hard when I can't translate the titles. But we're enjoying these so far.