Since we went to Florida in August, Cary and I couldn't really muster a full-blown summer trip. Yeah. We're wusses.
But he decided to take some time off anyway.
Here's how it has gone thus far:
1. Thursday we went to Fantasy Island. Cary and Henry regretted riding the Silver Comet. I confirmed what I already knew -- that I really hate amusement parks.
2. Yesterday Henry woke up with a mild fever, so we tabled our plans to go to the Museum of Play. He didn't have any other symptoms and I wasn't too worried until 5:30 when the fever failed to respond to Advil. A quick call to the doctor confirmed that we could alternate Tylenol and Advil. Tylenol brought the fever down, and I relaxed enough to head out to meet a friend for a drink.
3. Cary let me sleep in, bless his heart. But when I woke up Henry's fever had climbed to over 104. I gave him Tylenol, and he immediately vomited. Another not so quick call to the doctor's office gave me some good advice, but it also lead us to accept the inevitable and cancel our plans for today and tomorrow.
I've never been so grateful for the Canadian Olympic broadcast because we were at least able to enjoy Lucy executing her version of rhythmic gymnastics while watching the finals.
Maybe we will make it to the Museum of Play on Monday, which is Cary's last day of vacation.
And I almost forgot -- I've got a review of the Head Like a Kite Remix EP up at Donnybrook.
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Hope the little guy is feeling better.
That is why I don't make plans (its the excuse that is working for me right now, I won't admit out loud that its 'cuz I am not organized) 'cause you know the saying "the best laid plans never go well" - work with me here ;)
Hope everyone is better, you are the second one I've heard from that has had sick flu kids this week.
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