Under the weather

I was telling my mother the other day how very thankful I was that no one in our household had been sick for a long time. I mean for at least a year, other than a runny nose and a fever that came and went fairly quickly, we have all been well. With Ethan in preschool three mornings a week, interacting with a class of nineteen other kids, this is pretty much a miracle I think.

Well, Ethan has finally succumbed. I was up with him most of the night, and by default, everyone else was kept awake since we all sleep within feet of each other. At one point when I was sitting beside Ethan's bed on the floor, trying to take his temperature which turned out to be 103.6, Drew decided we must be having a party. I mean, really, if everybody keeps waking you up every half hour or so, it must be daytime, right? So he stood happily in his crib, waving and babbling at the excitement.

Eventually I brought Ethan into our room so that Drew could sleep. He did sleep fitfully and his fever came down some. In the morning, I was trying to get a feel for his symptoms and asked him how he felt. "Like a bear ate me", was his reply. Poor guy, he still has a pretty high fever but was finally able to keep down some toast and applesauce. And, so far Drew is just fine so I really can't complain.