Fair Warning — Should you be foolish enough to make a statement such as “I’m NOT pulling any all nighters unless they are facilitated by a nine-month-old,” you will regret it. Trust me. You will go to sleep at 2 a.m. (because you also foolishly decided to stay up and hang out with your husband after he got home from work at 12:30 a.m.) and no sooner will you have laid down your head, than you will hear a nearby cry. You will reach into the crib of your little baby boy and pick him up only to find that he is hot. Too hot. His hands, his cheeks, his neck, everything. And then you will spend the next four hours nursing (literally) your feverish baby. You will nurse him in the bed. You will nurse him in the recliner. You will walk him. Then you will finally put him into his bed and wake up not much later to the voice of a whispering five-year-old because it is…morning. All because you opened your big fat mouth on wordpress and incurred the wrath of the sick baby gods.
Believe me. Lesson learned. Poor Jack continued to have a temp all day Sunday. Measured at 102*F.
In other news. Making paper tags here. LOVING THEM. Seriously, so fun.
Tomorrow…today…whatever day Monday is, I will be heading to the post office, taking a few more pics, updating my shipping, applying for an EIN and putting that info into my Etsy billing. Easy peasy. Ha!!!
Twenty-nine days down…two more days…