Zane developed a fever again. I came home and watched him yesterday afternoon…well, not much “watching,” mostly we snuggle on the couch together, he the little, whimpering, hot tea pot. Faith watched him overnight and judging by how she looked and sounded this morning it wasn’t much fun. The fever comes and goes and he’s pretty clogged up. He has a Dr’s appt tomorrow.
It could have just been the fever talking, but last night he was “talking” to me as if we had our own language. He says words and phrases from time to time, but nothing like this. Long, elaborate and completely incomprehensible sentences. Very cute.