7.1.10: Taking turns

Oy, it has been a tough week. Saturday Stella came down with some pretty awesome diaper rash. When I say pretty awesome, I really mean it. Remember we have three kids times one year of diaper rash experience under our belts. This was impressive, we are talking cry when sitting down kind of diaper rash. We squeezed in an adventure to our twin friends birthday party, but didn't last too long there. Later that evening Fiona came down with a decent fever and was cranky (with Stella) for a couple days. Around Monday, once we had both situations under control, Daphne came down with a fever of 103 so we took her into the doctor, just to make sure everything was ok. Then, as surely you have anticipated by now, Stella got the fever on Tuesday. The surprise however, is that Brant and I got it too. We have been in such rough shape as a family. Brant and I actually negotiate who gets to take the nyquil at night so that one of us is always alert in case the girls need something. We have taken turns going on walks separately so that the one who stays home can 'rest up' for the night time feeding. It has been rough, but we seem to be on the mend. The girls are getting better minus some cough and runny noses. Brant and I are a little slower to recover, but we are getting there. We have a 'fever-off' a couple times a day. Whoever has the lowest fever has to make dinner, or make the bed, or take the girls on the walk, etc. It keeps us laughing during a not so fun time.

One funny story during this un-fun time:
As you know, Daphne has a lot of energy. Recently around bedtime, Daphne gets really silly. Instead of whining and crankiness when she is tired she gets really silly. So silly she often falls over when walking and makes herself giggle. On Monday she woke up from her morning nap with a temperature of 103. We brought her into the doctor to get her checked out as she was super lethargic. While in the waiting room, she was SO sleepy. Then she noticed a mom and kid (10ish) sitting near us. She started to giggle at them. Loudly. The problem was they weren't doing anything funny. The people kept asking me what she was giggling at and I had nothing to tell them (there was a plain wall behind them, nothing interesting at all). I think they were kind of insulted that my baby was laughing at them...and of course she was staring straight at them laughing, which made me laugh.