We had a busy weekend. The boys had games Saturday morning that lasted into the early afternoon. They both did very well, in my opinion, even though their teams lost. I was proud of them and had a great time watching them play. It's amazing how much better sports are when its your kid out there on the field. This is true not only of football, but of basketball and baseball, too. I really, really enjoy watching them become part of a team and achieve their goals.
Yesterday I took them to go see 9. It's a post-apocalyptic cartoon whose imagery reminds me a bit of Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas. Dark and edgy. There were a few times when I wondered if wasn't a bit too sinister for the younger members of the theater going audience. I think the kids did okay. Although, I did catch my oldest hiding his face a few times..
After the movies we came home and had dinner before my sister and her kids showed up to watch yet another movie: Confessions of a Shopaholic. It was cute. Funny in places. While my sister and I watched the movie the kids played, for the most part, in the back yard, coming in only when it got too dark to be outside anymore.
Maybe playing in the cool evening air did it. I'm not sure. In any event, the boys both woke up feeling less than stellar this morning. After breakfast the oldest got sick. The youngest was running a fever. A few hours later and they were both feverish. No other complaints, though. No unexplained aches or pains. Just low-grade fevers that occasionally give them the chills.
I'm hoping they're well enough to go to school tomorrow. And that I don't catch whatever it is.