since this whole week's already been about Sawyer...

We'll just keep with the theme.
Please keep your fingers crossed that my mind is playing tricks on me. That my mother's intuition is wrong.
Sawyer slept in this morning. And woke up with those extra sleepy, now I'm thinking almost feverish looking eyes. And then he layed on the couch for another half hour. He downed a whole big cup of juice AND a cup of milk. And still just lay there. That is just soooo not Sawyer. I moved into the kitchen to make up a batch of muffins and he eventually peeled himself off the couch to come in and ask to help (helping in the kitchen is his favorite thing to do!). But as he stood at my leg pitifully off balance and begging to "hewp! me hewp!" I saw his little lip quivering and realized he was shivering. I scooped him up and carried him back to the couch. Sitting with him I heard some strange gurglings and tiny burps coming from him. He has yet to do anything, but I just have a yucky feeling about this. So as of now we're camped on the couch, laying on top of old blankets with a big just-in-case-bowl watching Diego and Dora. He feels like he may have a low temp, but nothing too bad. Maybe I'll go dig out the thermometer.

We have a lot going on this weekend. And today the sun is shining and it's supposed to be almost 70 degrees, so I'd rather we not be stuck inside unhappy. And I just don't want him to be sick. I hope I'm wrong and he's just slow to wake up this morning after a long week of being low on sleep. I'm going to see if I can get him to eat some toast and perk up a bit...