Friday Night Fever (It's No Disco Dance)

Our Brigid Baby Girl has been running a fever for a few days on and off. Last night, it was 101.something and today she's been warm and kind of lethargic. Plus, she's pretty congested. It's hard to tell if it really is a cold or connected to teething, but it's hard to see her with that fever-look to her eyes. Poor pokey. Last week at the doctor's they said her ears were clear; I hate to have to bring her back only to be told there's nothing they can find, but if this low-grade fever continues, we'll have to bring her back. So far, we're just treating the fever with Advil. Thank goodness she doesn't mind it. In fact, she sees the Advil "syringe" come at her and she opens her mouth wide, like it's a treat. I remember having to tackle both Margaret and Patricia to get them to get it down.

We've been lucky all the way around this season as far as sickness goes. There's been some kind of stomach bug making the rounds and so far, we've avoided it. I hope the trend continues, and now that we've had some sub-zero temps, maybe it will help kill off some of the germs that are plagueing us.

Margaret is at her school dance right now. I'll have an update in a future blog that reports how it went. I hope she has fun.