Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Is he really sick? (Or am I?)

I know this is going to sound terrible, but I love it when my little guy (Jack) is sick.

I know, it's terrible.

But seriously - I do (don't tell).

When he's sick, I'm the only one he wants - and honestly? I love that.

When he's not feeling well, my little three year old actually slows down long enough to snuggle and I have a good excuse to not do the dishes and just sit on the couch under a blanket and hold my "baby."

He also wants to wear his footy pajamas all day and as you guys know, those pj's are freaking adorable. And I'm afraid he's going to outgrow the "footy pj" stage before I even finish writing this sentence.

I think it's adorable how he drags his blanket around the house behind him and the way his eyebrows are constantly furrowed making it look like he's always concentrating on something.

No one else likes it when he's sick (because they have a heart?). He won't go to Jeff for anything. Natalie and Carter are annoyed that he's so whiny... because obviously they never struggle with being whiny. {Ahem.} But I'm enjoying every minute.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not some sick person who likes it when my kid is suffering. I am, however, a Mommy who is terribly sad that her "baby" is three and a half already. It's hard enough that most of the time I feel like all Natalie and Carter need me for is for reading cursive, making french braids, and paying for stuff - the least Jack can do is stay little. Seriously, is it too much to ask?

Okay, I don't really love it when he's sick (obviously, I'm not completely demented). But I do love getting to coddle cuddle him without having to bribe him for it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sick child who might need some attention.


  1. My kids have been sick all week. They are nice and take turns. Get one over the bug, the next one steps up to the plate. And, just today, I was thinking to myself "Gosh, I hate when they start feeling better". How's that for sick?

  2. Haha! Yes, I know the feeling. I also feel bad because I would WAY rather have sick kids than be sick myself (when Mom's sick, the kids still have energy, need to be fed and all the household chores still need to be done - and she has to take care of her sick-self, too!)

  3. Quinny and Connor are sick, too. *sniff. I love your bloggity blog! Kisses to sweet little Fireman Jack. :)