We had a quiet Easter this year. The Easter Bunny brought a Hershey Bar, a bag of Fritos, a bubble machine, and a very small bag of Duplos. I went to church -- it's my favorite service of the entire year -- and Punkin collected eggs, but he just wasn't himself. And Sunday night he woke me up asking for water, shaking with cold from a 102 temp. Poor little guy has a virus and just has to wait it out. And poor mom has watch Space Buddies since the ibuprofen isn't touching his fever and all he wants to do is "hold you." Of course, tomorrow is an important day at work and we are scheduled to fly out of town on Thursday afternoon.
Edited 4/6 at 6pm: We are headed to the hospital for some tests, but not to be admitted or anything. Punkin's fever is ranging from 102 to 105 and he hasn't had a BM in 3 days. He is quite miserable and not wanting to drink or eat. He has an extremely swollen gland and droopy eyes, both symtoms of a virus, but his doctor wants to be sure. Have I mentioned how much I love his doctor? Have I mentioned that I have to give Punkin a suppository when we get home? His doctor, and I quote, said, "It's going to be somewhat of a nightmare for someone like Punkin."
Yes, yes it is.