Sunday

This morning at church was the Christmas paegant. Jack was a shepherd ("Every Christmas it's the same...I always end up playing a shepherd.") and got a couple of lines and a pretty cool costume with a long robe, a staff, and some sort of wrap on his head. No fake beard though, I was a little disappointed. Maybe next year. Kate was a sheep, and the girl who was one of the stars of the Friday concert clung to the Sunday School teacher for the entire performance.

Afterward Jack had a fever, so he couldn't go to the football party we went to. Emily stayed with him, I went with Kate. Forgot the friends had a dog, which barked at us through the door. Oops. Kate is a little nervous around dogs, especially ones that bark at her. So, she spent the afternoon upstairs in the daughter's room playing with dolls -- in fairness, she would have anyway -- and I watched football. So, not an out of the ordinary Sunday.

Got home to find Jack with a cold, cough, and fever. Put him to bed early. He politely turned away when he had to cough. Sleep tight, Jack.