Zeke woke up this morning with a massive swollen bug bite on his arm. He was itching it and saying that it hurt. So, naturally, I gave him the proper dosage of Benadryl.
About 20 minutes later we noticed a huge change in Zeke.
He was no longer climbing on the walls and door frames.
He was no longer begging to wrestle.
He was no longer jumping off of furniture.
He wasn't even interested in getting into any kind of Super Hero costume.
Instead, he was quietly sitting around.
He was contently playing his Leapster.
He cuddled up with Josh for a while.
He concentrated through his school work.
Instead of asking for wrestling he asked for us to read him a book.
He even asked if I would let him take a nap this afternoon.
I kinda like my medicated little boy:)
It's kind of like when you see your kids and how sweet they can be when they are sleeping...
I must admit, though, I kinda miss my hyperactive little boy that I'm used to.
You know, the one who is full of life and energy.
The one who can turn anything into a guitar to play.
The one who rescues his Princess sister from the bad guys and sits on his protesting little brother.
I'm sure he'll be back in full swing in a few short hours!