If Dorothy reached a baby fashion pinnacle in her little Baby Gap lawn party dress, today, she sunk to a never-before-achieved low by wearing her PJ's out of the house. It's been 24 hours of firsts for our little 5 month-old: Baby's first fever! Baby's first encounter with Tylenol! Baby' first entirely sleepless night! Baby's first sick-visit at the pediatrician's office! Baby's first Justavirus diagnosis. Blergh.
Not only did our ill-timed doctor visit (one mom, four kids, one exam room-- IS THERE EVER A GOOD TIME?) prevent the big boys from attending their last day of swim lessons, it also prevented Cooper from taking a damn nap which is a huge bummer because Dory's sleepless night? Was also mine.
Cooper was just at the doc on Monday with similar complaints (102-degree fever, cough, runny nose-- you know, THE SNIFFLES), but he has (knock on wood) bounced back. Just waiting for the other 2 to get sick. One at a time, natch, so I can look as Munchausen by proxy as possible.
I haven't taken any pictures with Dory's 5-month sticker yet because she is feverish and wearing warm jammies (sans bow, even). But I have these: