There’s something about being sick that is always a bummer– you miss out on a nice day outside, don’t get to play, don’t get to see your friends that day. But when you’re sick on your birthday, that’s just even tougher. So when Kiefer had a 102 fever on his birthday, we tried to make the most of it! When I was up with him at 4:30 a.m. and he was burning up and said he was hungry… we came downstairs in the quiet of the pre-dawn hours and we made a birthday pancake as big as a plate, complete with colored sprinkles applied by the birthday boy himself and featuring a lit candle. Of course, he only ate one or two bites, but I got to sing to him first thing and celebrate when that sweet boy came into our lives. Happy Birthday, Kiefer! And for Kiefer, he had a great day! He got to lay around all day and watch movies and suck his thumb and snuff his blankie… is there a better way to celebrate?
