Today was supposed to be Evan's second day of pre-K and my first day of solo errand-running in quite some time. Sadly, around 1:30 this morning, that plan derailed. I was very disappointed both because Evan seemed to have a great time at school yesterday and I hated for him to miss it already and because I was so looking forward to going to the grocery store all by my self. It is a much faster process when you don't have to pause to tell somebody to "stop that" every five seconds.
Nevertheless, Evan came crawling into bed with us at 1:30 a.m., burning up with fever and coughing pitifully. None of us slept well: Evan because he felt so bad and us because he was kicky and cough-y and, well, just so darn hot. So, this morning, instead of taking him to school, I kept him home and took him to the doctor. We have also been concerned that his shingles have not completely cleared up. (If you have been around Evan, please be assured that we have repeatedly been told that he is not contagious as long as the rash is covered. The doctor told me last week, in fact, that nursing mothers with shingles can actually continue to nurse an infant so long as the rash is covered.) Anyway, the doctor said it looked like he had developed some skin irritation on top of the shingles because they are located under his arm in an area that gets a good bit of friction when he swings his arm. The cough is apparently not croup and his throat looked ok, but we earned ourselves an antibiotic to treat the skin irritation secondary to the shingles and to ward off any potential strep throat. So hopefully, he is finally on the mend. Poor little guy!
On a happier note, my aunt sent me some photos we took of the kids this past weekend at the lake. We found out that Pressley is quite the little thrill-seeker. She loves the jet ski and the boat. On the jet ski, she insists on going "faster, faster"; and on the boat, she enjoys sitting in the bow like a hood ornament with the wind in her hair. She does get concerned from time to time that her pigtails might blow away, but otherwise, she is in her element. Evan is a little more reserved. He enjoyed the boat and jet ski, but his favorite part of the lake experience appeared to be running full speed the length of the dock and off the end without slowing down. (Photos also linked at left.)
Nevertheless, Evan came crawling into bed with us at 1:30 a.m., burning up with fever and coughing pitifully. None of us slept well: Evan because he felt so bad and us because he was kicky and cough-y and, well, just so darn hot. So, this morning, instead of taking him to school, I kept him home and took him to the doctor. We have also been concerned that his shingles have not completely cleared up. (If you have been around Evan, please be assured that we have repeatedly been told that he is not contagious as long as the rash is covered. The doctor told me last week, in fact, that nursing mothers with shingles can actually continue to nurse an infant so long as the rash is covered.) Anyway, the doctor said it looked like he had developed some skin irritation on top of the shingles because they are located under his arm in an area that gets a good bit of friction when he swings his arm. The cough is apparently not croup and his throat looked ok, but we earned ourselves an antibiotic to treat the skin irritation secondary to the shingles and to ward off any potential strep throat. So hopefully, he is finally on the mend. Poor little guy!
On a happier note, my aunt sent me some photos we took of the kids this past weekend at the lake. We found out that Pressley is quite the little thrill-seeker. She loves the jet ski and the boat. On the jet ski, she insists on going "faster, faster"; and on the boat, she enjoys sitting in the bow like a hood ornament with the wind in her hair. She does get concerned from time to time that her pigtails might blow away, but otherwise, she is in her element. Evan is a little more reserved. He enjoyed the boat and jet ski, but his favorite part of the lake experience appeared to be running full speed the length of the dock and off the end without slowing down. (Photos also linked at left.)
Pressley rides the jet ski with her daddy
Evan waits patiently for daddy to return to finish the ride after stopping (at Evan's insistence) at a little island beach
Pressley also enjoyed "helping" Lynn ice Lindsey's Happy Birthday Cake
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Amy, I was delighted to find another blog off April and Inman's to stalk nightly, if you don't mind, that is? I look forward to having another of your precious children in Sunday School. I can tell Pressley will be much livlier than Evan (The Judge) was.
See you Sunday, Betty Lou
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