Brecken decided to get sick with a fever toward the weekend. Thursday he got really whiny and fevered and it stuck with him through Saturday. He said his throat hurt, but Dean could never really get a good look into it. He scared us a few times with how high his fevers would get…one night 106.2. We were on our last weekend/games of soccer, and I didn't want to miss any so poor Breck had to go along for the ride. He sure did struggle. He did find a brief enjoyment from eating ice-cream from the carton. I was just happy he was eating something so I let him. He felt much better by Saturday night so we let him go to church. On Monday while we were folding laundry he grabbed my hand and showed me how he spelled cat. I kept hearing him sound out letters while I was folding but thought nothing of it. Sure enough he got all the letters for CAT on the board. I was surprised, I haven't taught him any words let alone that one. Ha ha. He just turned 3 last week. He is such a smart boy and surprises us all the time. Today at story time they brought in baby goats. Breck loved them as long as they didn't get to rambunctious or chasing after him. He is the bravest of all my kids at this age. I love it.
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