Precious...

No pics of this, but I had to blog these things... The night before last (I believe...it has been a blur with the illness in the house) we realized we were out of Children's Tylenol. Not good when you have 2 sick children...so, Dan told Jay he was going to the store to get medicine, and Jay had specific orders for him: "I want da PURPLE little medicines, not da pink. No pink, okay, Daddy? Not da juice ones (liquid). Da LITTLE PURPLE ONES! (Meltaways)." Well, Dan called me from the store, kind of frantic. They didn't have purple ANYTHING. Not one brand had grape flavored children's pain reliever! So, he bought what they had. Jayden freaked out. "I said PURPLE! Dis is PINK!" and proceeded to explain to Dan the differences between the two through sobs. Dan felt so bad, but there was nothing he could do about it, really. He snuggled Jay to sleep to try and make up for it, but the little guy has the memory of an elephant, or something. All I've heard since then when I get the pain reliever out is: "Daddy got the WRONG one!"

Jay woke up again last night and came into our bedroom just miserable. He was coughing, wheezing, crying from a tummy ache, and feverish. He climbed up into Dan's lap and said, "Daddy, I want a blessing." Dan and I just looked at each other, amazed that he A. remembered what a blessing was, and B. understood that it could make him feel better! I have never seen him so still or reverent during any other prayer in his life. After it was done, he gave each of us a hug and went back to sleep in our bed. How awesome is that? I can't really describe how that made me feel to see my little boy be so filled with faith at such a young age. I am so blessed to have such great men in my life such as my husband and son, and I am so blessed that my husband is such a great example to my son.