Grubby daycare kids...

Got my baby sick, they did. After one week rolling around the ball pit together and slobbering on community toys, Ben developed a cough and runny nose. That's to be expected, I guess.

What was not expected was a sleepless night on Sunday due to Ben's inconsolable cries. After deciding that it was a reaction to something he ate, off to school he went at 10 Monday morning. At 1:30 I was on my way to just check in on him, when I received a call from his teacher saying that he had a fever of 101! We were at the dr's office an hour later. Dr. Simpson had to use a special tool to clear out the wax in Ben's ear so he could get a good look. After that, the ear-infection diagnosis was really no surprise!

So we got hooked up with antibiotics and ear drops and have been amazed at how quickly they helped little man out. We've all slept through the nights this week, and if it weren't for the hacking cough and dripping nose, you wouldn't even know he was sick!

In fact, he's been back at school since Tuesday afternoon, when the administrator said that since the fever was due to an ear infection and not virus induced, all he needed was a doctor's note to come back. So that's where he is now...returning grubby gifts of snot and slime to his little classmates. Ah, it's a vicious cycle.

What we thought was a precious discovery of his thumb on Sunday afternoon, proved to be an early warning sign of the doom and gloom about to befall our household that night. All week, he's found comfort in his thumb, which is fine by me, because (unlike me) it's always within arm's reach!

On the upside, I was able to get a picture of Ben playing with his beloved tissue paper on the doctor's exam table! Aside from the rosey cheeks, you can't even tell he's a sickey here. That's how much he loves that paper!