Sick Baby

The day after he finished his final dose of antibiotics, he is sick again.

My first clue?  In broken English and many hand gestures, his babysitter communicated to me that he was fussy, didn’t want to eat, and cried all day.  In fact, when I picked him up, she was carrying him around with her which never happens.  He wants to explore every nook and cranny…on.his.own.  Usually.

My second clue?

When I put him down for a nap, he immediately sat up and tried to whine about the injustice of napping, but fell asleep on seahorse instead.

In an odd twist of fate, after only 8 full days at school in which we have diligently cleaned the tables, washed our hands, and put Purell on everything in sight, I also have a fever.

So baby and mommy will stay home tomorrow and be cranky together.

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