What, it’s only Wednesday you say? Impossible.
Monday Ewan woke up from his morning nap with a fever of 103.5 degrees. The poor guy just wanted to cuddle me nonstop. I love his cuddles, but even one who didn’t couldn’t say no to this little guy:
Especially since he kept saying “Ow, Ow, Owwww” while giving me puppy dog eyes and signing please. As if a sick toddler doesn’t make you sad enough!
He woke up after a brief afternoon nap sounding very upset. I got him immediately and he was still burning up (even though I’d given him tylenol over an hour before). I went into get his cup and he started shaking violently, but he had no goosebumps (like he does when he gets the chills). His little eyes looked terrified and adrenaline rushed throughout my body. After just a few seconds of his body convulsing and my mind racing, he threw up all over both of us. Repeatedly. Then rubbed his head in the mess trying to cling tighter to me. I was actually relieved – he just was afraid because he wasn’t familiar with the horrible about-to-puke feelings.
After an emergency shower and bath for us both, he stayed firmly in clingy mode. Once Daddy got home his spirits lifted some and we talked him into eating a decent amount of food.
Monday night was bad, with him more often awake than not after 3am. The next day Ewan’s fever was gone, but he refused to nap and was in the sourest of moods. Today I noticed another tooth come in, which couldn’t have helped.
We had a crazy hail storm that woke him up after he had finally been quiet in bed about 10 minutes. This is after much of it had melted in the rain:
He enjoyed lying on the couch back and watching the rain and cars.
Don’t let that cute face fool you. He threw fit after fit all day. This picture is after one fit where he sobbed because I would only let him have one cookie (he is holding the torturous lone cookie).
Today Ewan seemed much happier and like his usual self. An example:
Ewan wonders into his room and I hear, “No-no… no-no… no-no…” so I say “Ewan, what are you doing? …Ewan?” We meet in the hallway and he hands me his wipes container with a couple half-pulled out (and semi-stuffed back in). He had just got into serious trouble over the weekend for pulling all the wipes out of a new container. I took the wipes and told him he was right, he can’t play with those. Woo hoo – he’s obeying and even giving a verbal warning to himself when he’s doing something he shouldn’t! He wandered back into his room. A couple of minutes later he walks out like this:
That would be diaper cream all over his clothes, arms, face, and hair. As you can see, he realized how bad of an idea this was. Emergency bath #2 within three days. You can’t tell, but he also clearly thought his chest needed a generous amount of cream. None of the normal soaps / shampoos would work to get it off him so it ended up being dish soap to the rescue. After a thorough rinsing and lots of lotion, we went grocery shopping and finished up a normal Ewan-adventure-filled day.
I’m pretty sure tomorrow is Saturday, right? Or at least Friday? Yes, we’ll say it’s Friday.

















































