I Feel Like I Runned Out of Batteries

Henry's temp under his arm just registered 102.8, and that is unfortunately considered low around here these days. He woke up from his nap crying, and as I held him he said pathetically, "I feel like I runned out of batteries." Out of the mouths of babes, I tell you. Yesterday he felt so yucky that twice, once shortly after he rose for the morning, he put himself down for a nap!!! He said, "My head hurts. I think I need to go to sleep."

The younger two girls have had the highest temperatures, upper 103s axillary, and their moods reflect it. They just feel terrible, and we've been doing a lot of rocking and back rubbing. I can't wait for everyone to feel well again. I may actually welcome some loud playtime sounds in my house.

During one of Henry's up moments during the past week he reached onto the counter in the kitchen for a shaker of Halloween colored sugar decorator sprinkles. He said, "Will you please go away?" When I left the room for some reason a few minutes later I returned to find him with the purple sugar being poured onto his tongue as he hid behind a cabinet door. Little rascal! He amused me with his response in the van to the question, "What is Vivian saying?" when he answered, "Henry's awesome." She does request shoes by color now, but I have yet to hear the word "awesome" out of my baby girl.

Evelyn crafted a mustache out of paper, and she taped it to Vivian's upper lift. She then gave me the quote of the week. "Look at our baby daddy."