I don't know if was the 3-day low-grade fever, or just Brody being himself, but he has combined his favorite expressions "Oh my goodness" and "Holy cow!" to be "Oh my cow!"
Which we encourage him to use.
We went to the pediatrician Tuesday. He said "How long do we have?" and "What does Shriners accept?" We said, "Nine days, and they'll take a temp up to 100 as long as the chest is clear." I love our pediatrician. He gave us antibiotics. Chest and ears were clear.
Brody had temps 99-100 for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. J stayed home Tuesday, then me the next two days. Of course, we are all now sick. Well, I'm about 2 days behind Brody. Jeremy is one day behind me.
Today I feel like a truck ran me over. I'm over the sickest part of the cold, but the exhaustion is kicking in, and work has exploded with activity, and I'm behind on everything at home, at work.
And Brody's glitter cast slipped off this morning. When you don't have a thumb to keep it on, casts come off a lot.
So back to the casting couch (ha!) this afternoon.
As a good friend of mine says, I want sleep for lunch.