It only took 8 days of work...

for me to take my first "sick day." Lincoln woke up with a fever last night, and although Motrin brought it down, it came back again once the elixir wore off. So he and I spent the day cuddling, watching movies, reading books, coloring, and generally enjoying each others company. I certainly don't want him to be ill, but it was nice to have time together, as I miss him and Greta so much each day.

Speaking of the princess: Greta feigned a cough this morning, trying to convince me that perhaps she should stay home, too. But then I reminded her that it was Thursday and she had ballet. She quickly recovered from the alleged tickle in her throat, and happily went out the door with Rob.

I plan to pick her up when Lincoln wakes up from his nap (which fortunately coincided with a training teleconference I signed up for last week. I also caught up on work e-mail and phone calls, so I am feeling a bit less guilty.) Just snapped the below picture of him...and need to resist the urge to curl up next to him for a snooze, too!