Andrew woke us up at 4 am this morning, obviously not feeling well. He ended up having a fever over 103, so Brian gave him some tylenol and I was able to get him back to bed about an hour later. He napped for about half an hour, and I took the time to get sub plans put together for today. He woke up again really fussy, but I finally figured out he wanted something to eat. He's up and moving around now, but is definitely playing the pity card this morning. It makes me so sad to see his little bottom lip so pouty, but I know where he got it from.