mc donald's petri dish

so, cookie has another fever. of course, it coincides with her last visit to the mc donald's playplace two days ago, just like the last fever she had. i swear, that place is a sesspool! poor kid. it always strikes at night, and i know she's off kilter when she's rustling around in her little bed, all hot and whimpering and trying to get comfy. times like these, canuck takes the couch and she crawls into bed with me, and that's the only way she'll fall asleep. and forget about tylenol or children's motrin. last time we tried to give it to her (or should i say, when daddy tried plunge the whole syringe of that nasty orange stuff down her throat at once) she puked all over our bed and it's been a no-go ever since. i can't blame her, i tasted the stuff because my curiosity got the better of me and it was nasty! so i try sneaking it into her water so at least she gets a little bit of the meds, but she's smarter than that. now the poor kid just toughs it out. i know fever is good and that it's the body's natural way to fight infection, but she's so uncomfortable that she can't sleep, and who can fight off a bug without rest?

despite the rise in temp, she's very active (the only thing that quells my concern). she helped me make the bed today and said, "good job, mommy, nice and comfy!" then as i was washing dishes, she says, "wash dishes mommy, good job!" and when i said, "thank you, honey," she says, "welcome." god i love this kid! stupid mc donald's playplace with all the yucky germs. stupid fever.