Josh went down like a ton of bricks last night with the flu and had a really bad night. He woke several times during the night crying telling me not to touch his head and when I asked him whah hurt, he had already counted them - '4 things hurt, my head, my knees, my tummy and my ears'. Poor little man. He kept asking me tearfully 'will you after me Mummy?' - I am such a sook when my boys are sick.
Trip to the doc first thing and he doesn't have anything obviously bacterial, so it's all the usual while he shakes what the doc thinks is a bad case of the flu. I just want to wrap him in cotton wool and cuddle him. Samuel of course doesn't understand and we have had to intervene at various times today to prevent him walking on Josh' s head, bashing him with toy hammer and just generally p*ssing him off, LOL.
Gotta go - Paul has interview tomorrow and needs the puter. Here's a happy snap of my little darlings I took Tuesday morning when they were piled into my bed. Man I love these boys.
Night friends :)