The next day we went to the boys' final basketball games and parties. I had no carry over symptoms from being sick and had slept tons the previous day and night, so I went too. Camille was extra whiny and clingy during the games . . . and I bet you can guess where this is going, huh? She fell around 1:30pm exactly 24 hours after I did. I picked her up out of her car seat when we arrived home and I could feel the heat on her cheeks. I was hoping she would kick it in the same amount of time that I did, but she was miserable all night and into today. She has a good hour where the Motrin is working for her and then varying degrees of unhappiness until it's time for her medicine again.
I'm hoping the 3rd time is the charm because I came downstairs to check on Camille this morning (she made a 1/2 hearted attempt to join her brothers in watching the world series) and saw that Caleb's cheeks looked really bright. Yep, fever number 3. He seems fine other than being upset because his fever is messing up his school holiday play plans, but he's consoling himself with a movie day.
One of the best things about today was the boys arranged to watch one of the World Series games with Papa Dave. They had the day off of school (for Islamic New Year) so they woke up early, FaceTimed with him and cheered on the Giants as they beat the Royals 11-4.
Hoping for more wins and less sick days!

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