Last night, Pumpkin's very bestest friend had her birthday sleep over.
Pumpkin had come home from school showing signs of relapsing with her cold. She looked pale and was a teensy bit warm.
However, I let her go to the sleepover with Motrin and Dayquil on board and just prayed she wouldn't get worse today.
Ha ha. Pumpkin got home at 10 am and at first, seemed okay. Looked pale and tired and was congested, but not feverish, but after two hours of tv, she was burning up and her throat was very sore. I peeked in with the flashlight to find two enormously swollen and red tonsils.
Wonderful. Thank goodness our regular pediatrician was on call, and knew immediately to call me in the antibiotic. Hopefully, the fever will be gone tomorrow by afternoon.
I'll keep you all posted on Round 2 - Typhoid Pumpkin and the Plague.
The boys and Hubby left the house at 6am this morning.
They had a Boy Scout competition called the Klondike Derby.
For those of you unfamiliar with it, the boys have a sled of supplies that they have to pull from station to station all day as they perform tasks and earn points.
Hubby said it was 17 degrees and windy as heck when the competition started at 7:30am. Yikes! Thankfully, the sun was out and the day warmed up to a balmy 40 degrees by noon!
The boys threw tomahawks at targets for points, did firestarting, knot tying, an obstacle course, first aid, rescued someone on a stretcher made of a blanket and sticks, compass reading and orienteering, and baked cookies in an oven made from a cardboard box and aluminum foil. Our troop ran the firestarting station, and Hubby worked there with our Scoutmaster and two other assistant scoutmasters.
The boys team was called the Weasels, and they even had a flag that their Scoutmaster had made for them. At the end, they didn't come in the top 3, but they had a great day. Good team building, as well as learning their outdoor skills.
There were many towns and troops competing, and they all sang a rally song at the end. The boys' song was 'We are roadkill, we are roadkill, yes we are, we are the animal found dead, under your car.'
I have been treated to many rousing renditions of said song since they came home.
Everyone was in bed and asleep by 9:15pm, which is early for them on a Saturday night! Hubby followed by 10pm on the couch! Poor Daddy is pooped, too!
Time for me to join them all soon!