We were all set to enjoy our Superbowl Sunday and invited friends over for dinner and games. Unfortunately, both families ended up with sick kids. So, my Sunday afternoon pretty much consisted of me holding John and wiping his nose every few minutes. The poor little guy was just miserable with a fever and runny nose and coughing. We emptied out one bottle of motrin and finished off a bottle of cold medicine to boot. Today he’s doing a little bit better, but it will be a sit around holding John day, I’m sure. (Like this morning I was trying to read scriptures while holding John. He was holding my greasy ponytail, and watching Caillou. It was quite a sight.)