Joe Medical Update

Fans, he woke up not long after we released yesterday's medical bulletin, and proceeded to while away the afternoon eating oyster crackers, drinking Gatorade, and going outside to play in the snow while Ted raked the latest snowfall off the roof.  He felt a little warm last night, but no warmer than he had in the morning when his temperature clocked in at 99.1 degrees.

He padded upstairs again this morning sometime after 3am but before 5am and busied himself at the desk for a bit with Clara who was not long behind him.  But, it wasn't long before Joe hauled himself into the big bed, and positioned himself between all the pillows--and Julie and Ted--but still under the covers, where he promptly fell back asleep.  He was a little hot potato, Fans.  This morning's temperature reading was 101 degrees.

Save the fever and slightly less energy than he would otherwise have, you wouldn't know he was sick. He's been bopping about in his pajamas; Birdie, too.  We've played Zingo!*  It was clear that the bambini had played before with the always-sportsman-like Ted (as opposed to the always-mindful-of-curbing-her-competitiveness Julie) because when a one of the bambini wouldn't get a tile of which he or she was in need because another player had grabbed it first, they'd say things like, "I'll get the next one!"  They would also point out a tile that another player might need, though usually by suggesting he or she pay attention.  Again, Ted's influence was plain.

The bambini are both napping now.  Joe conked out pretty quickly.  Clara was sitting up and singing Happy Birthday to Chloe, but ceased the serenade once Ted asked her to be quiet for her brother Joe.  Anything for Brother Joe.

*Zingo! is like bingo but instead of matching numbers, one matches pictures on tiles that shot out of a contraption two at a time to pictures on cards.

The desk area after the bambini have been at work.

Desk detail.  Post-it note cube, deconstructed.

Other early morning handiwork.

Zingo-ing!