Sunday morning this freckly face wasn't feeling quite like himself. It was our semi annual Sunday Brunch.
(thank you, General Conference)
He kept telling me he couldn't believe there was bacon, (and eggs, and fruit and muffins and more...) and he didn't want to eat it.
Our plan was to clean up from brunch and head to my parents' house for the day. We loaded the car and drove away. Not two minutes into the trip I could tell that Morning Boy was feeling less and less like he would be able to tolerate a 30 minute car ride. So we bailed. We sent the girls off and got comfy at home. By the time the choir had finished singing the opening hymn, he looked like this:
I started unpacking my conference treats... (not as fun when there's no one to share with) I enjoyed the quietest two hours of conference I've ever experienced.
After the first session we went outside where I thought some fresh air and sunshine might perk him up a bit. He told me he felt like an elderly person. There was no perk.
In fact, he stayed pretty stationary right through Monday. By Tuesday morning there wasn't much spring in his step, so I kept him home from school again, but by noon time he felt well enough to run some errands with me, and even talked me into a steamed lobster at the grocery store. Things are looking up.
I think a pretty good life philosophy is to enjoy a good lobster with your mom as often as you can.