Noah: Diaper Ninja!!!Poor little man woke up at 2 AM with one hell of a fever. As always, I got freaked out and had to read the "What to Expect: The Toddler Years" to read what I already knew. Kids fevers are HIGH. Just like their mosquito bites get HUGE if you let them scratch them.
Some tepid washcloths later we had a wrestling match to try and get some ibuprophen in Noah's system. He won. Big time. That kid can hold the liquid in his mouth, fake swallow and then spit it out well enough to win an Oscar. And that's a performance he started at a year old. Yes, he comes from a long line of manipulators. I just didn't think it would bite us on the ass that soon.
Good news is that the fever went down and he was mostly wonderful to be with. Except for the screaming. I still can't get over the metamorphasis that happens when a kid is sick. He's just so still. It's creepy. There's no TV or anything and he's just laying there. Chilling. A three year old. That's just so not right.
We're skipping daycare duty tomorrow to make sure that the baby doesn't get sick. So I have the next two days off before my next client. And boy, do I need it. . .
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Update: Noah had a low grade fever off and on. At bedtime, he was KDWB: 101.3. He slept through the night and woke up his normal self with a normal temp. Hurrah!!!
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