Poor Little Fella

Kingston went to Ms. Cindy's today. He seemed a little sluggish when we were leaving the house this morning but I chalked it up to just being sleepy or something like that. When Nigel and I went to pick him up the kids were playing outside. Kingston was standing at the picnic table, holding on, and sort of whimpering. Ms. Cindy said he had had a hard day. She said he ate like a teenager-lots of chicken nuggets and applesauce and tons of snacks-but didn't sleep a single minute. No nap! At all! Yikes! She said he hadn't walked at all and hadn't even crawled much either. He felt pretty warm, too.

When we got home Kingston was still pretty fussy and warm. I gave him some Tylenol, fed him dinner and put him to bed. Yes, at 6:30. We are hoping he sleeps all night-and he should, considering he didn't sleep a wink all day. He is cutting at least 1 tooth that I can see, so maybe this is just a teething issue. I haven't checked in the back, so maybe a molar is the culprit. He doesn't seem to have any other symptoms and he definitely still has a hefty appetite so I don't know what the problem is.

Regardless, I feel sorry for my poor little fella. He doesn't feel good and it makes me sad. I hope he feels better tomorrow after a really long night of sleep.