The Trash

Saturday night the Dyl Man had a temp of 102. I know, I know, it isn't all that high. But, Tylenol had a very limited effect on it, and when the poor kid woke up pretty miserable at 11:30pm, I have to admit I was thinking about going to the ER. Not because it was necessarily ER worthy, but mostly because there aren't many other places open at midnight. He eventually settled down and ended up going back to sleep. He was up several times that night, as was I, giving Tylenol, taking temperatures, cuddling (at least he cuddles when he doesn't feel good... my other kids would rather writhe on the floor). Anyway, Sunday morning he slept in a bit, but woke up around 9:30 like nothing had happened. Granted, he was still not quite up to speed, and acted a bit more cuddly than usual, but no fever, and no other symptoms. The only thing I can think of as this point is that it was his tooth. Yes, at 10.5 months, he finally has a tooth! Looks like he is taking after his sister Kari, who didn't get one until 11 months. Funny thing is, we had just checked out of the Shriner hospital the day before. If she had only been a day faster, she would have still been on morphine. :) Anywho, there are some days when you just feel like throwing your kid in the trash.

And then you get a face like this

And you think, "Well, maybe not today."

Another cute story:

We are at the point of potty training with Kaitlyn that we ask, oh, every 30 minutes or so whether she needs to go to the potty. Today, before nap time, she went and sat down, and when I asked if she was done yet she said "I can't go potty mom. My bum isn't ready yet." Well, ok then.