Last night I came home from a girls' night out with my visiting teachers and checked on Jocelynne. She was shaking in her crib and hot as a poker. Landon and I gave her a tepid bath and some Tylenol, and that was the beginning of a long night. She's just hanging out on my lap right now, content to be expending the least amount of energy possible. When she awakened at 4 AM last night the poor baby said, "Hot," and then signed "pain." I don't do very well with sick kids, I've decided. Glad I didn't go into pediatrics.
Yesterday, before she was feeling sick, she grabbed one of her toys that has a handle like a briefcase. She then came up to Landon and gave him a kiss before saying, "Bye," and walking out of the room. I have been working too much lately, it seems.
