A soft whimper emenated from behind the closed door.
I paused, hoping it was just a fluke.
My hope was vain. The whimpering continued. I softly opened the door and crept into the darkened room.
Keith was curled into a ball, whimpering. His eyes were closed and his blankets lay on the floor. I pulled them up and tucked them around him, stroked his feverish brow and whispered secrets into his ear. I told him what a special boy he is, how much I love him, and how proud of him I am. I also asked him to stop growing up because, really, he is getting too big and I just want to cling to his little boy form.
With one last "I love you" I softly kissed his chubby cheek and left the room. Minutes later the whimpering changed into howls. I rushed down the stairs to see if he was hurting anywhere.
I burst into the room to see his face buried in his pillow. When he heard me he turned his face towards me. Tears were being squeezed out of the corners of his eyes as he continued to cry.
"What is it, Darling? What do you need?"
"I WANT MY BINKI!"
I had to laugh. Such a big cry for something so little.
I gave it to him and went upstairs to make cookies. He deserved some good chocolate chip cookies.
He woke up while I was feeding Faye so my angel MIL went down to let him out of his room. I heard a struggle and lots of screaming. Then the screaming came up the stairs. Keith had big green buggers escaping his little nose, and a red red face as he screamed "I WANNA GO BACK TO BED! LET ME GO BACK TO MY ROOM!" Such weird behavior from him. He didn't want any cookies, or stories, or kisses, he just wanted to go back to sleep. I left him in bed and went up to talk with my mother in law. Evidently he had not let her in his room at first. She had tried to open the door because he was banging on it, and he kept slamming it closed on her. She tried to push it open, but he was standing on the other side, pushing it closed with all the strength of his little body.
Needless to say, we will be very happy when his fever is gone and he feels better.
But in happier news, Jeffrey had an interview on Friday. They called yesterday to say that the interview went well and they are doing a background check on him now. He also got an email requesting a drug test. He is fairly confidant he has the job. I am very excited! I have adored having him home. I wish he could always be around, but he is very ready to go back to work.
So I am off to buy blueberries. When we get the phone call that he got the job, he is getting a blueberry pie... I guess that means I need to finish making an apron. So excited and praying my guts out he will get this.
And Miss Faye is sitting up! Her balance gets better and better each day. My how fast they grow up!