My kids have certainly had their fair share of coughs, colds, runny noses, etc., etc., etc. Somehow, however, we have had almost no fevers. I compulsively take their temperature when they start getting sick, but nada. Yesterday afternoon however, Juju -- sweet, sweet dear -- was out of it. She was completely limp in my arms and didn't want to interact. Eyes glazed over, flushed cheeks. Sure enough, the thermometer read 102.4. I panicked. What to do? Call the doctor? Alert the swine flu authorities? Oh yeah, Motrin. That's why we keep that bottle of purple goo locked away in the medicine cabinet. I gave her a spoonful and sure enough, 20 minutes later she was running and playing and stealing toys from her brother. Always a sign she's feeling better.
A few minutes after that C-Man and I had her saying "Dada home, woohoo!" after we told her Daddy was on his way home. (This is something she started saying a month or two ago when B would come home and she knows we think it is the *cutest*thing*ever* so she'll bust it out for entertainment's sake every once in awhile.)