Ugh. We were at Target on Wednesday and Andrew said, "Mommy, I want to go home and take a nap because I hurt everywhere."
Gulp. You know they're sick when they *want* to take a nap. So as soon as I ran to get some new hairclips and toothpaste, we headed home. Because, hey, a girl's gotta have priorities.
His temperature was 101.4, so it was Motrin and nap time. Later that night, it was 102.6. Incidentally, am I the only mom who still takes her three-year-old's temperature rectally? I mean, it's the most accurate way, and if he'll let me, that's okay, right? I just don't trust those other methods. LOL
Anyway, he never again has complained about body aches, and though his temperature has come down, I have had to give him Motrin three times a day every day since Wednesday because he has had a fever. And he's been Mister Fussy Pants. Don't you hate that? You want to be loving b/c they're sick, but then they act like little jerks. And you don't feel like you can punish them b/c they're sick. Well, buddy, lemme tell ya. All that ended today when I ascertained that MFP (Mister Fussy Pants) was well enough not to roll his eyes at me or throw a fit every time he was asked to do something.
But I digress.
I thought his fever was gone, as it was 98.6 for almost a day, but then it was back up to 99.1. And his cough, which was very sporadic last Wednesday, has gotten much worse. (Do you know how hard it is to teach a three-year-old to cover his mouth--with his elbow, no less--when he coughs? UGHHHHH) I called the doctor on Thursday and she told me that it sounded viral and I could bring him in if I wanted to, if his temperature was in the 102-103 range, which it only was once, and that was four days ago.
In other news, Benjamin is starting to get better at standing. It's like a lightbulb went off and he discovered that "Stand" is more than just a Rascal Flatts song. He's a big fan, you know.
Sometimes I can put him down on the floor on his feet and he'll just stand there for like five to six seconds before he PLOPS down on his bottom. (He still doesn't know how to bend his legs and sit down. Nope, it's all PLOP here.) Also, he stood up once completely by himself from the downward dog pose (LOL--not kidding) but then proceeded to fall and bust his lip. That was yesterday. Today, over at mom's, I was lying on my back on the floor and he was crawling on me. Over and over and over. Like I was an obstacle course. He was smiling and laughing and loving it. Then he realized that he could use my stomach (maybe four to five inches off the floor??) to put his arms on and then he just stood up from that! He would stand up, we would clap and cheer. Then he would look all confused for a few seconds. Then PLOP. Over and over. It was great!
It's late and I have a date tomorrow with some laundry and housework. Oh, and two adorable boys I like to call mine. I just hope Andrew feels better. For his sake and for mine.
Before I leave, I'd like to leave you with a few pictures:
After two weeks of gaining at WW (0.4 lb each week), I lost 2 pounds last Thursday and got my fourth 5-lb star!! My total loss since February 26 is now up to 21 pounds. YAY!!!
I found these dried apple crisps at Wal-mart last week. I will do anything to get Andrew to eat fruit.
Like pay $0.75 for the equivalent of 1.5 apples.
And tell Andrew they're "Mickey treats" because he can't tell they're apples.
Kind of like how I call yogurt-covered raisins "yogurt bites."
Because, really, who can taste the raisin?
And to Mickey's credit, they are really good and do taste like treats. Not like other dried apples I've had with hard pieces and the occasional stem and/or seed. These are really good.
And it got Andrew to eat fruit.
I guess I can overlook the misplaced apostrophe on the package.
Have a great week!