This weekend was supposed to be spent in Prescott and Hope. However, on the way down, Samuel got sick. Really sick. The gross kind. So we headed back home to quarantine ourselves.
The poor guy didn't have any more stomach episodes, but ran a fever and just wasn't himself all weekend. We even let him have his pacifier all weekend.
For the few minutes he felt good, we took him out to the backyard to play. Casey and I did some painting on the pool and had a few tablespoons of paint left.
Guess who played with it?
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