All better

Poor Ezra was sick on our flight home from Florida. He spent the 7 hours of traveling by sleeping, crying, and randomly playing with toys (whenever the ibuprofen kicked in). He was well by Sunday....unfortunately....I was not. BLARGH. After 3 days of 102 degree fevers and a throat that was coated in open, oozing, canker-like sores (trust me, I looked at it....it was disgusting). I am finally feeling better. I still don't want to eat ANYTHING and even water burns....but it was nice to take things VERY, VERY slow. I got to unpack, rest (when Ezra was napping), and walk around town without makeup ( which was strangely liberating). I'm glad that I'm starting to feel better just in time for the weekend, but does anyone else think it's weird that I'm the ONLY adult that went on the Florida trip who got sick like the kids? Hmmmm....well, here's hoping that no one else does....cause it was BRUTAL!

And now, for your viewing pleasure, Ezra will recite some of his favorite animal sounds! All this, while chewing on the edge of our desk (His last teeth are coming in. Soon he'll have a complete set of pearly whites. HOORAY!).