Last night was rough. Dalton was up a lot but not to eat...to breathe. Well, mostly he just wanted comforting. Poor baby. He came in bed with us around 6. 
When he first woke for the day I took his temp: 100.5 in his little pit. When he had his cold last time the doctor said to call if it was 100.3 or higher. Hmmmm. I looked online and they said the same thing: call immediately if it was 100.4 or higher rectally. Well, we don't do it there (doctor's orders and I'm not complaining. Neither are the boys). Anyway, an axillary temp would likely be lower than a rectal temp but we still didn't call the doctor. Jason is smart that way. We waited a bit and it came down some. But still, poor little guy. Someone should really tell him that he's sick because you wouldn't know from looking at him:
Although he is super sleepy and falls asleep just about wherever you put him:
Easton seems to be on the mend:
I'm still feeling yucky. The lack of sleeping isn't helping matters. And you should hear my voice. I feel like I should bust into my "sexy voiced" rendition of Phoebe's "Smelly Cat".
So, yesterday we went to that gumbo party. Not suprisingly, my Louisiana native wasn't exactly blown away by the Boulder guy's gumbo. And he only got 3 shrimp in his bowl. Poor J. Since I don't knowingly like to eat seafood (I once devoured J's leftover shrimp calzone before I knew it was shrimp) I had salad and bread. We were both starving when we got home last night. But, Easton had fun. There was a 4 year old boy at the party and he and Easton played and played. It was so cute. Most of E's little pals aren't quite ready to play with him yet. More like around him. Anyway, Easton loved this other little guy and gave him hugs and they laughed and spun around and had a blast. It was fun to see since we don't get to see other kids play with him yet. Even at Gymsters those kids mostly do their own thing. And it was nice to have him entertained. Of course we still kept a close eye on him and when J saw him playing with the homeowners blinds he went to fetch him. As Jason led him away Easton took that opportunity to step in their dog's water bowl soaking his pant leg. Ugh. Then it was time to go.
Dalton slept in the Snugli nearly the whole time we were there which was a shame because no one got to appreciate the outfit he wore for the occasion. This cute little ensemble from Gramoo:
Another 3-6 month sized get-up. The cute little hat says "crabby" but he doesn't look a bit crabby to me.
Today is Earth Day so we had originally planned to go to the Free Day at the Botanic Gardens again but with Dalton being feverish and me sounding like crap and Easton waking up at 6:30 we decided not to go. Maybe next year.
Anyway, I guess I should go do nothing now. Hope everyone had a good weekend!
3 comments:
I love the crabby outfit!! Too adorable!
Ahhh, is this why you were asking about the temperature thing? Poor Dalton! Under arm temps run 1 degree cooler than rectals...so you need to add a degree. It was probably closer to 101.5 and they take that SUPER seriously at little D's age. If it shoots back up I'd probably give the pedi a call and touch base. I hope the poor sweetie feels better soon!
I hate it that Dalton is sick, but you're right...you sure can't tell it from the pics. He's just all smiles all the time. Hope his fever stays down.
I agree, the crab outfit is super cute!
Sorry to hear you are all still not feeling well! But those pictures of Dalton are adorable! :) I agree with Kyla, make sure to take temps in little ones seriously....it's not something to mess around with at their tender age and tiny immune systems! Hope the fever is gone for good by now though! Hang in there!
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