Caden has been sick all weekend. I can't remember now if the fever showed up Thursday night, or Friday morning, but it's been about 101-102 all weekend. Poor baby, he looks so pathetic, but he's still smiling and cooing at us. Obviously, he and I are staying home from church today. I am planning to send Corban, but I went in to wake him up a few minutes ago, I put my hand on his head and sat down in the chair beside the crib, but he didn't wake up at all, so I think I'll end up keeping him here with me unless he wakes up on his own soon. Doesn't make sense to wake him up to send him when I'm going to be home anyway. Plus, Iwouldn't mind if this translated into a later morning for us on a regular basis.

Johnny took Corban to the park yesterday afternoon. I think they were gone for about two hours. I'm so glad that he was finally able to get out of the house. After dinner last night we were still sitting at the table and Corban said, "Mickey Mouse." We told him we weren't going to watch a Mickey until after bath. He got very emphatic and said, "No, no bath. No guys." And then looked at us with the most expectant look on his face and said, "Mickey Mouse?" I just can't believe how grown up he is and how much he can talk and communicate with us now. He's always coming up to us and saying, "What doin?" Too cute.

One week from today Corban turns 2 years old. I can't believe how fast it's gone and how big my boy is.