You Give Me Fever

Saturday night Bryson and I were lying in bed in the quiet between our daughter's cries, when all of a sudden our little man started sobbing. I rushed in there and scooped him up, only to find his skin super-heated with a fever. Upon taking his temperature, we discovered a 102.3 fever burning up the little guy. After getting him some Tylenol and water, reading a few stories, and sitting near the air conditioning vent, he was ready to head back to bed.

In the morning he awoke, still burning up, temperature still the same. Throughout the day, it rose to 103.5, and though he wasn't complaining he certainly wasn't himself.

Mollie, on the other hand, was her usual self, smiley and drooly as ever.

We watched a little Sesame Street and geared up for the beginning of Shark Week, keeping the little man as hydrated as possible.

When asked if he had a fever, he told us he was "nice and warm". Funny guy!

Hopefully today will bring lower temperatures and a turn-around toward recovery from whatever was ailing him.