We were driving home from daycare the other day, and E was happily holding G’s hand in the backseat. See, every day he makes me slide their seats together after I’ve strapped them in, so they’re close enough to touch. E was talking as he does, about 50% words that I can understand with lapses into his own made up talk. One thing came through clearly though: “My G. He’s my G.. FOREVER. Brother. My brother.”
Baby's 1st Fever
Well it was going to happen eventually! Especially with daycare and the start of cold and flu season, we knew it was coming. And we were prepared... or so we thought.
We actually were prepared to treat it, but were a little slow on noticing that it was here. Sure I told Tom that E seemed to be a little off that morning, a little more upset than usual, but we still packed him off and headed out for our normal Sunday.