Today I'm too tired to come up with a title.
The day started out pretty good. Henry and I hung out with some friends, then came home for lunch, but then Henry threw up and I'm not really sure why. He had choked a little bit two minutes before it happened so it's possibly related to that, but it had also seemed like he'd worked it out, so I don't know. He had a fever the weekend before last and although it passed with no other symptoms at the time, he developed a cough a few days later. We started him on albuterol (which is an asthma treatment) a few days ago and although last night he seemed better, today he's been coughing a lot again. It's not a nice cough either. It sounds like it hurts although he doesn't seem to be too bothered by it. I'm not sure what to make of it all. We're carrying on with the albuterol as aggressively as the doctor recommended when he prescribed it to us, and if there's no improvement over the next day or so, we're going to head back to the pediatrician's. I feel bad for Henry. He's got a lot of energy and is still running around being himself, but he's not napping well because he coughs more when he's in bed than he does when he's up and about, so he looks pretty tired despite his upbeat attitude.
Meanwhile, after the throwing up episode at lunch, (which appeared to be an isolated incident but when coupled with this cough made me freak out just a little bit) (because really, when you're kid's healthy you worry, and when you're kid's sick, you really, *really* worry) I tried to get him to eat something else. He sadly shook his head at everything I offered until I waved a bowl of animal crackers under his nose. He took the bowl over to the coffee table and with each crunch, both of us felt better. After that we went for what was supposed to be a quick tricycle ride before naptime but which ended up being an hour and a half long excursion because nothing with a two and a half year old can be ever done in any kind of manner that might possibly be deemed "quick". He abandoned his tricycle in favor of walking because the allure of all of the puddles created by all the melting snow was just too strong to ignore. We came across one house that had a long puddle right under some gutters that were dripping. Henry squatted for five minutes and watched the water splash as each droplet hit the puddle. It was just so darned fascinating.
Now it's way past the time I usually get him up from his nap but we got home so late and it took him so long to settle into a coughless sleep that I haven't got the heart to wake him up yet. Poor kid.
Tonight I have a meeting to go to in New Berlin. I think Megan's going to have to kick me under the table a lot to make sure I don't fall asleep. Lucky girl.