Mummy, I'm a sick wee lamb

I suspect bug is getting the cold. I have the start of a cold myself and last night bug was up a few times and was really warm this morning. Once we were up and had breakfast (and some calpol for bug) his temperature was fine and he seemed back to his usual self. Since he hadn't been sick and felt fine I still took him to nursery this afternoon.

This evening he didn't eat much of his dinner and kept saying he was a sick wee lamb. Lots of cuddles and an early night. I've not long checked on him and his temperature is fine and he's happily sleeping. I hope he feels better in the morning, he looked so sad this evening. 

Yesterday at nursery when I picked him up he wasn't wearing the same top I dropped him off in. I asked what happened and one of the nursery staff said he was playing with the water and sand and got wet. I wonder if some parents give her a hard time because she kept saying how much fun he had and now much he was laughing. I'm not one to bother about wet or dirty clothes so it was fine. What I did find weird was that instead of using the change of clothes I pack for him they put him in the most horrible top ever. Of course, bug loved the top and wasn't too happy when I took it off him. So today bug got his top soaked again (and I got another explanation about how happy he was) but this time he was wearing his own extra top I packed. Bug declared that he told his nursery teacher that he had his own clothes. Well done little man! I asked bug in the car why he was wet for the second day in a row and he said the apron was a bit rubbish. 

Sometimes I worry that bug doesn't get as much attention because he is confident, excellent talker etc. 

Up until today the routine when I drop him off has been change into indoor shoes and hang up jacket and bag, go to the table to take his name and then put his name into the blue basket. Today this routine had changed to just taking him to the door (once in his indoor shoes) and letting him do the rest himself. I think bug was a bit surprised at first because his little hand was still out for mine and he was looking at me. The nursery teacher helped him choose his name but he was still looking at me. I wasn't sure what was best to do so I walked around to the window to wave and mouth "bye, love you" to bug. He was happy with this and ran into one of the play areas. 

When I picked him up he ran to me and took my hand. Lately he's been pulling up my sleeve to check what hand is my good hand before taking it. The majority of the time he remembers which one but he does like to check. 

He is so wonderful and amazing and I love him more than words.