Nothing like a dose of ibuprofen and a good nap to keep the fever at bay.
Hmm. . . It sounds different when Daddy does this.
Why won't this hat stay on?
Mommy? Can I have more medicine, please?
The next day, (Friday, March 4th) Joss had been up most of the night with fever and misery, and finally fell into a nice, deep sleep in Mommy & Daddy's bed around 6am.
So when Mommy got up to get Paul scrambled eggs, she didn't want to risk waking Joss up moving him back to his crib. This turned out to be a poor decision.
Breakfast was almost over when Mommy heard a wake-up cry from upstairs. She wiped her fingers on her napkin, kissed Paul on the head, and headed towards the stairs. First there was a soft *flumph* noise, then (as Mommy booked up the stairs) there was a *THUMP* followed by an ear-splitting shriek. Joss had pushed the pillow-barricade off the side of the bed, and took a header after it, missing the pillow. . .
At first Mommy was worried about a concussion, since Joss didn't know his name, or what year it was, and couldn't tell her how many fingers she was holding up (two, then four). However, he calmed down after lots of cuddling and kisses, his pupils were equal and reactive, and the rest of the day passed without incident.
Gotta chill out in the bath, yo. Check out my illin' goose-egg.
March 4-5, 2011
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