Tuesday, I went to Mandy's house to work on some eBay stuff. While I was there, Abby's school nurse called to tell me Abby was complaining of a sore throat, but didn't have a fever. She and I did that "oh, aren't kids cute when they're so dramatic?" thing, then I told her to give Abby a peppermint and send her back to class. I chuckled with Mandy about it, and life went on. Until 3 AM that night, when Abby's temperature was 103.8. So, I ate a big piece of humble pie with bad mother sauce on top, and took her to the doctor yesterday morning. She has strep throat. Again. It's the second time in two months.
She's better now, though last night her temperature topped off at 104.1. I had to resist the urge to dump ice water on her head. The good news is that if she has one more occurance this winter, we can get her tonsils out. This may not SOUND like good news, but it is. My throat was eternally strepped (?) during childhood, but for whatever reason I didn't have my tonsils out until I was 21. Since then, I have had two children surgically removed from my body, and I PROMISE you, the tonsillectomy was worse. Plus, I couldn't talk for a week. Disaster! So I am anxious to get hers out before she gets sick too many more times, and since the surgery gets harder the older you are.
Ethan remains remarkably healthy, thank goodness. We have discovered the most efficient bribe ever for him--candy corn. He is OBSESSED. He would eat nothing else if we let him. Sometimes, when he wakes up in the morning, he stumbles in our room still half asleep and muttering "candy corn, candy corn" over and over. Today we were driving and he saw some orange construction cones on the side of the road. He screamed with delight, because he thought they were giant candy corns. If only, son. If only.