One of the stories that I wanted to share happened the other night. I was in the living room with Michael, and Andy was in the kitchen. I don't remember what Michael was doing, but he kept saying that things were "icky" and "gross". (Words he first learned in reference to my cooking.)
Andy called into the living room and said, "You're icky and gross."
Michael laid back on the sofa and responded, "No I'm not. I'm PERFECT."
I laughed so hard I though I was going to pee myself.
He's humble too.
But, I never got around to posting during the day for two reasons:
- I used to work a program that was not very interesting or challenging - which explains my high number of posts on BBC. I have been transitioning to a new program for a few months now, and in the last week I've been moved in with my group, and formally transferred to a new program. I'm busy, challenged, and excited to go to work for the first time in too long. Which is good, just not for my blog.
- My mom called me at about 9:30 to let me know that Michael was running a fever again. So much for things being back to normal.
I have no idea what is wrong with him this time. He's running a fever, but he doesn't seem to have any other symptoms. No ear pain, no sore throat, no tummy ache. His knee, which is his attention getting boo boo of the moment, doesn't even hurt. He also seems to be in good spirits. After giving him Motrin, he actually ate dinner and even found the energy to pounce on me a few times. But he's still pretty warm. If he's still running a fever tomorrow, I guess it's back to the doctor.