When I hear the word FEVER, I think of this

and the 90s.

Last Sunday we went to a friend’s house for a barbeque and a swim. Usually all of the kids stay in the pool until the last possible minute but they hadn’t seen each other in such a long time that they quickly played with games and puzzles. A couple even settled in front of the couch.

One of the kids that was on the couch was A. She said her eyes were hurting and asked to go home.

What?

I made my famous brownies!

She must be sick.

When we got settled at home, A had a fever of 102! She did not go to school the next day. Or Tuesday for that matter.

Not to be outdone, M came home on Wednesday with a 103! He stayed home from school yesterday.

Tonight L was burning up at 104! I quickly put her into summmery pjs and in front of the fan. Children’s Tylenol. Icy water. Lots of rest.

High fevers make me nervous. Anything over 102 and I freak out a little. When M was a baby, he had a fever that wouldn’t budge at 104. He became catatonic that we rushed him to the ER. He given an injection of something (can’t remember right now, I’m a little pooped) and his fever came down immediately. Looking back, we think it was an allergic reaction to penicillin.

I think allergy season has taken its toll on the kids. I’ll be willing to bet a pan of brownies that they each had some sort of sinus infection.

Don’t worry. Even if I won, I’d let you keep the brownies. I have a 5K to run in three weeks! Yeah!