Friday night we transitioned to the "big boy bed".
The ensuing chain of night time wakings that seemed to signal an inauspicious beginning to this transition was proven, by the wee hours of the morning, to actually be due to a 102F fever.
Tylenol administered and breakfast ignored, Nate and I decided to run some errands, with the hope of making it home by the time the medicine wore off and the febrile shaking screaming beast reemerged. A comedy of errors involving a missing Costco Card and a parking snafu somehow led us to the Children's Museum. Yes, I have to confess, I contributed to the general seething cauldron of potential disease.
We did mostly stay outside.
When we left and I took his sunglasses off, his right eye was surrounded by an atrocious ring of eye goop and sand that I had completely missed the accumulation of. Thankfully no other parent saw before I had a chance to diaper wipe it off his face.
He was still feeling fine, so we ran a few of our errands after all and ended up at Chicken Latino, one of our favorites in Pittsburgh for a cool watermelon slushie.
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