Baby, It's Colds Inside

Saturday morning, Getting-Sick Julie and Already-Sick Joe, in Joe's first almost-a-selfie. (He was fascinated.)

Since last we left you, we have been enjoying unseasonable warmth here in the North Star State.  But we have had colds aplenty at the White House. Joe spent most of last weekend racked out on the couch in his pajamas, but he would have periods of spark so we suspected a virus rather than an infection.  The Bird are now both sniffling.  Julie, in particular, is wrecked.  Ted alone has escaped.

Joe stayed home from school last Monday and by that afternoon, his fever had well and truly broken.  But this Saturday morning found him curled up next to Julie, hot and sweaty, with no discernible spark, and not at all interested in watching one of his recorded shows. The bambini are only allowed to watch TV on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, and so weekend days typically begin with an hour-long Wild Kratts, Cat in the Hat, Curious George, or Super Why! watching binge. It was not to hear Curious George chirping away, but we knew something was up. A Saturday sick-visit to the pediatrician's office (where we saw one of Our Beloved Dr. Harrington's colleagues) confirmed that Our Hero's left ear was infected and the ear drum had perforated.  He is on oral antibiotics and topical antibiotic drops and by now, you'd never guess he was too wiped to watch Wild Kratts just 48 hours ago.

All the White House Girls on the couch Saturday evening.