Dinner tonight is up in the air. I had planned three courses: cheese fondue to start us off, followed by a lovely lemon rosemary roasted chicken with fingerling potatoes and green beans, and finished off with individual heart shaped chocolate cakes.
But Will is ill. VERY ill. I won’t mar the blog with the gory details, but suffice it to say HE won’t be enjoying dinner tonight. Poor baby. At present, he is laying on the living room floor, on my fluffy robe, using his stuffed turtle as a pillow, while The Care Bears Movie plays in the background (see above). I’ve been doing my best to pump him with fluids and bland crackers today . . . though the crackers and he didn’t get along. I just want my baby to feel better.
And to top it off, Shawn isn’t feeling too well either.
But I might just forge ahead anyway, since it’s still Valentine’s Day and I would like a reprieve from the sick bay, if only for a meal. What would you do?
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