Poor sickly monkey bug

Isaac and I stayed home from school today. His fever reached a maximum of 101.5F at 1 am last night, but has stayed relatively constant, between 100.5 and 101.0 all day today. Irrepressible Isaac at first tried to shrug it off, "no, really, Mommy, it's cool...look how I can cruise around like nothin' doin'". Unfortunately, it quickly became clear that his illness is affecting his cruise-control mechanism, with the sad result of two enormous purple knobs on his precious little noggin. Perhaps he has another ear infection -- all that goo in Balance Command Center affecting his locomotion. It didn't take much effort to convince him to spend most of the day either in bed with me or laying on the couch watching TV with me, making for a pretty lazy day. We did get unlazy in the following forms: 1) it was unusally warm and sunny here also, so we took a walk with Mindy and Clayton, thinking the fresh air and sunshine would do us both good; and 2) after Dad got home, I left he and the boy to get reacquainted and visited the gym for what I think may have been my first official post-partum workout. And the boy is how old?

The sweetest/saddest thing of it all, and how you can really tell that Isaac is sick, is that he can't stand to be left alone, or even to be left untouched. Whenever I would sit him down somewhere and try to do something, like fix his lunch, without him, he would fuss and cry until I came back. In subsequent iterations, he learned that it's much harder for me to put him down if he wrapped his arms completely around my neck and hung there like a little monkey -- and that is exactly what he did, all day long. Even in his sleep, if I would try to put him in his crib, out shot the arms to encircle my neck. Poor little critter. I hope he feels better tomorrow...and, though I won't hold my breath, that he sleeps better tonight.