That about sums up my last few days. Andrew was up Tuesday and Wednesday nights with a crazy high temperature. We first discovered that he was sick Tuesday night at about 11:00PM. Joe went in to close his window so that he wouldn't get too cold during the night (that's our nightly routine now because it is getting soooo stinking cold at night, not that I'm complaining, anyway, back to the story.) He was in there moaning and tossing around and looked up when he heard someone come in. He was burning up! At that point his temp was 105.4 and he was miserable. Of course, we got on the phone with the after-hours line for our pediatrician, which is actually just the pediatric triage (sp?) nurse at one of the hospitals. After a dose of Motrin and a 20-minute luke-warm bath (which, btw he hated because he just wanted to be sleeping!) the temp came down to about 103.5. The nurse said to keep him on the motrin, watch him closely and call the doc in the morning. So, that was a long night. He woke up apparently fine the next morning so we thought he was over it, whatever it was. We asked my mom to come over that night to babysit so that we could go on a much overdue date. Well, by bedtime he was burning up again and miserable, and that was with Motrin already in his system. Poor Kid! Another long night, even with the medicine, his temp was pushing 104 all night. I took him to the doc Thursday and, wouldn't cha' guess, his temp was 97.8. Typical! The doc was still concerned though to have such a high temp with no other symptoms and he started talking about things that present that way such as Meningitis, bacteria in the blood and urinary tract infections. Yah, that's a good way to freak a mom out! He gave me a list of symptoms and said that if he develops any one of those or a combination along with the temp to bring him to the office or the ER if it's after hours. Scary! Thankfully, his temp last night at bedtime was only 100, no problems during the night and he woke up this morning just fine. Prayers are answered! We'll still watch him closely but I think that it was just a bug that's now about out of his system.
Of course, the stress of having a sick and miserable kid who just wants to be held all of the time for three days straight wasn't enough. I also had 2 cases of tomatoes and 3 cases of peaches that were ripe and needed to be canned .... immediately! (Sigh...) Oh, and then on Tuesday morning our garage door jumped track after Joe pulled out to go to work, that was a little scary. So, my car was held hostage until the repair man came and fixed it, not that I was really planning on going many places, but it still added to the craziness of the day. Not an easy combination, but I survived (and so did my sick baby and most of the peaches and tomatoes). I did end up throwing the last 1/2 case of peaches in the freezer (nicely peeled and sliced, I wasn't that desperate!) because I couldn't bring myself to do another batch of jars that day. Joe thinks that I'm crazy for canning. I think that's it's very fulfilling and helps me feel a little more self-sufficient. It would have been cooler if it was stuff that had come out of my own garden, but not this year! I still have one case of pears to go and they are just starting to be ripe enough so I'll have to start those today or tomorrow. But then that's it, for this year!
As for the scar, that would be Sam's injury which he's pretty proud of! I dropped him off at Rob and Bre's to play while I took Andrew to the doctor. Apparently they were tickling and running around and just being silly, nothing unusual, but Sam ran
into their bed frame. It hit him right between the eyes and he has check-mark shaped cut. It's not very deep, but I imagine it'll still leave a scar. Boys like that, right? Well, for right now he's just thrilled to have a bandaid in the middle of his face. 
Man, am I glad it's almost the weekend...and this was even a 4-day week!
We are going through a super hero phase at our house right now. I pulled out this old cape that I had when I was a kid and gave it to Sam a couple of weeks ago and he's barely taken it off since. He even insisted on wearing it when we went grocery shopping last week. He got lots of attention from people because, let's admit it, he looked dang cute and people couldn't help but commenting! He also likes the movie "The Incredibles" and calls me "Mommy Incredible". We'll go through whole meals where he insists on putting Incredible in front of everyone's names and won't answer me if I don't do the same for him. Pretty funny! We found these old superman PJ's that used to be Sam's and now fit Andrew which makes it even more fun, especially at bedtime. Sam gets way more excited about it than Andrew (like he knows what's really going on, he just knows that his big brother is excited so something cool must be happening, that's enough to make him happy!) Joe or I will carry Andrew and we'll "fly" around the house, capes trailing behind us. Okay, so Joe and I don't have our own capes (too bad) we just tuck blankets into the backs of our shirts, but you get the idea! Here are some more pictures of our super heroes in action...
