Enchanted castle...

...or it seems like right now. If it weren't for the drone of the lawn mower nearby, it might almost feel creepy. The Emperor is finally down for his nap (more later) and his exhausted daddy is asleep on the couch, worn out from the Sunday morning tradition of getting up early (the horror) to watch the little goober while Mommy sleeps (bliss!).

( Warning: long and semi-graphic tale of sickness and woe. )

We're very grateful that he's doing better, and that it's been a nice long while since the last time he was this sick (Take that, daycare-hating Grandma!). I appreciated the snuggling time, don't get me wrong, but between listening to him get bad coughing fits and running loads of puked-on laundry, I could do without this for another long while.

Missing: Mr. Sandman

It's been almost two hours. He's STILL not sleeping. He is going to be an absolute brat tomorrow.

NYARGH.