So Spencer's finally getting better. He had a fever Tuesday through Thursday, and finally on Friday that broke. He couldn't drink his bottles very well because he was so congested, and he didn't sleep much Wednesday through Friday because of the congestion. He cried a lot, and I cringed a lot. What else could I do? I spent most of Wednesday home with him, and Thursday Christen called out from work and stayed home. I relieved him once I got off work, but I worked a little late and they were both cranky from spending too much time together. Friday he was off anyhow, so I was able to work that day too, thankfully. I needed it.
By Saturday he was still congested but at least in a better mood. He was sleeping through the night, taking his nap, and playing with his toys. His nose was still running like a faucet, and we did the saline a lot trying to get as much out as possible. We were going to the Rays game with Theresa and Andrew, so we dropped him off with the in-laws and had a nice evening out. We had such a good time! The game was great; very close but we still won. The perfect kind. And even though technically I hate baseball, I've been watching the Rays lately because it's always on my tv (Christen watches) and anyhow, it's much more enjoyable in real life.
We were in the all-you-can-eat section, and I can say that I'm glad I cooked hot dogs for dinner last week, because I have a feeling that I'm not going to want any for a long time. I also learned that it can be considered justified for beating on people who wear their hats at stupid angles, women who scream "say hi to the camera!!!" to take still shots, and cow bells. Lots of cow bells. Christopher Walkin would turn over in his grave and he's not even dead.
After the game Christen and Andrew went to the cigar bar and Theresa and I went to the wine bar, and had a great time and a really good talk. Every time we spend time with them I think, why don't we spend more time together? So maybe we'll start that.
The only problem with Saturday was that we didn't get back to Christen's parents house until 11:30pm, and Spencer still wasn't asleep because he was still stuffy and his parents didn't want him to cry so they didn't lay him down. I understand being worried, but he was actually less stuffy then before and he was sleeping as of Friday so I assumed that he would be asleep when we got there. But no. And he was cranky because he was three hours past his bedtime. But he fell asleep on the drive home, and he slept in on Sunday morning and by Sunday his nose was finally starting to dry up. He's been a little snorty, but not nearly as bad, and now it seems he's catching up on his sleep. He slept until 8:30 yesterday and 9:30 today! And I kinda sorta woke him up this morning. I didn't want him to lose his schedule. Plus, I missed him.
Today we haven't done much of anything. I broke down and joined Christen's fantasy football league, so our draft is this afternoon. My team is "Plethora of Pinatas". Woohoo! We'll see if I even care about it after the first couple weeks ...
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