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Henry woke up yesterday morning crying a snotty, tear-filled, fever-fueled river, a river that flowed heavily for approximately ten minutes whilst sitting on the floor of his bedroom in his daddy's lap. It was extremely sad. I happened to notice that the lymph nodes in his throat looked swollen and that they also felt swollen so we made an appointment with the pediatrician for later that evening. During the course of the day he ate a little bit, and perked up in general, and he didn't seem swollen anymore. I briefly thought about canceling the appointment, but then decided to go anyway considering how sick Dave has been with a throat thing, and how sick I was the two weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, not to mention all the holiday traveling we're about to do. The doctor did a throat culture and this morning we got a phone call saying it had tested positive for strep. So now we're onto antibiotics which caused a rash, Benadryl for the rash, and new antibiotics. I'm not thrilled with the feeling that we're filling our kid up with all sorts of medicines. I'm also not surprised he had an allergic reaction to the first antibiotic because it's the same one I'm allergic to. Fortunately his fever has pretty much left the building so I can stop giving him Tylenol, so that's one med that's off the list.

About five minutes ago Henry discovered under the tree the Christmas present that his Great-Aunt Liz sent him the other day. He showed it to me, asked if it was for him, asked if he could show it to his kitty cat, then asked if it was Christmas-time and could he open it. I explained he had to wait until Christmas day. He protested a bit, but generally took the news like a champ. He's now sitting on the couch under a blanket watching a movie, accompanied by his kitty cat, his Christmas present, and a bowl of crackers. The ultimate sick day.