Sick snuggles are extra sweet

What a day.  Poor AZ had 104 fever this AM.  He took a 3+ hour nap while his daddy and I made the house look {and smell} ridiculously good. Haha.  

My sweetheart picked some flowers and herbs from the front beds and made some cute little arrangements.  

So I woke up AZ from his nap, changed that squirmy boy's poop diaper, discovered the 104, nursed him for about 7 minutes.. On one side only – since whoever is reading this really wanted to know that, and hustled out the door for a massage. Got my muscles worked over on that table & then hustled back home to shower off quickly and get the heck out of the house for our showing.  

Here we are "spying" on the house. 

We drove around while the younger two slept.. Roy and G released the water beetle and scooped some more by MCC.   Then we ran back home to let the lady see our attic.  Then over to HEB--- and then this sweet boy woke up... Which brings me to my point. 

Sick snuggles are the best.  It's not a hard and fast rule... But #justsayin

Tried to snap a pic of ms. Karla's shirt. 

One more stop on the way home. Roy somehow managed to steer clear of the zipper ripper. And just got a Reese's pieces and cowboy cookie. 

Whistle britches looks like Cindy Lou Who's cousin here. 

He was snoozing... When I snapped the pic he awoke. 

Special puzzle.  They're laughing at our eyeballs and such. 

Listening to daddy read The Penderwicks.  

Never pictured this moment. Wow. Two bigs playing checkers.  Bittersweet. But really. It's 97%sweet. 

35 minutes later....