I put her to bed with a fever, and this morning she doesn’t feel feverish at all.  The first thing she asked for was milk – but she is getting pedialyte instead – and to play Elmo on the computer.  We have this Sesame Street game for 1-3.5 year olds, and that is what she is currently playing.

I’m glad she’s feeling better, but we’re still going to stay home from her uncle’s barbeque, and swimming.  She doesn’t even know there were plans to do that since we were only invited yesterday and we haven’t spoken openly about it around her, which is for the best, since she loves swimming and loves going to her cousins’ house.  Oh well, she won’t even know what she is missing.

Dang I’m tired though. We stayed up watching “The Invasion” and just as we went to bed, she started stirring in her sleep, coughing and crying, so I had to stay up a little longer to make sure she wasn’t going to be sick or something.  She was just restless.  But then I had trouble falling asleep after that, every little cough that came from her room, made my eyes shoot open with the thoughts of, “please don’t start puking kid!” dashing through my mind.  And because my mind was on high alert, any cough from my husband did the same thing, even though he isn’t sick. 🙄 Then I had some really weird dreams, too.

And we’re out of soda. Guess I’ll go make some flavored water for now.