No jigs, though. Just sickies again! Thank God for a mid-week Liturgy in celebration of Thanksgiving! I wondered about whether to go (the kids were fussy, we were trying to pack to leave town that night or the next morning), whether to receive communion (we were somewhat late, was I prepared enough?), but ultimately, the reality of Winter with three kids who are passing around colds and fevers hit me with enough force for me to think, "Who knows when I'll have the opportunity again?"
And as I'd suspected, we're home again this morning. Susannah had a slight fever last night and hives. She slept in a lot (after tossing, turning, and itching through parts of the night), has lost the fever, but the hives remain. Anyone have any magical ideas on how to convince a picky four-year-old to take benadryl?
Thankfully, my little guy is mostly back to normal. Fever's been gone a week, and I finally get the sense he has slept and eaten enough to make up for being sick for several days with a high fever. His giggly, inquisitive personality is back, he chatters up a storm, and he tries to scale various pieces of furniture once again. Just now, he crawled into my lap and nursed to sleep. Cutie.
Well, I'm off to try some more tactics on the benadryl front. Wish me luck!