And we're home...

We're back from the Lake. And Baby B has a temperature. So, like any mommy, and despite the fact that this is not Baby B's first temperature, I googled infant + fever and am now in a panic over the many possibilities that this fever could potentially morph into.

Google should automatically disable itself if and when anyone tries to search for an ailment or symptoms of an ailment - be it the common cold or a hang-nail because, inevitably, the search will ultimately lead you to believe that the only plausible outcome to said ailment is death. Let's petition for this google feature. Agreed?

So anyway, I've checked on sweet precious umpteen times, administered rounds 1 and 2 of infant tylenol, plus motrin in the interim, and still feel like I'm at fault for whatever germies he's contracted. Thank goodness I only have 5 days left with the kindercritters. As long as I am a teacher, they will forever be the scapegoat for whatever illness befalls me or my family.

But, back to our weekend. Saturday was beautiful and we ventured to the Mills Springs Cornbread Festival where B wore Baby B in the Baby Bjorn for the first time since he weighed +20lbs (read: we forgot the stroller. doh.). Baby B thought he was part of the Mills Springs greeting committee and proceeded to wave to man and tree alike, babbling on about how sweet it was to ride forward facing on his daddy's chest. Both father and son were a sweaty mess post-Baby Bjorn ride, and even an ice cream cone didn't cool them down. I hope I am creating a great mental picture for you here, since, in addition to forgetting the stroller, we also forgot the camera. Figures.

Yesterday, Baby B took his first boat ride, and put his new life jacket to good use. It really didn't seem to bother him, fortunate for us since he loved to crawl around on the pontoon. Of course, B and I were within centimeters of him at all times, and it was a rather pleasant day, if not a bit long for those of us with little ones.

The SophDogg is sporting her life jacket body suit and pink crocs, and pulls both off way better than most of us could.

I hope y'all had a lovely Mem Day!

PS. Just because I wanted to convince you that Trouble Baby B is keeping his momma busy, please observe my son unfolding every stitch of laundry that I just folded and put into the basket. The only reason I let him do this was because I was on the phone pleading for air conditioning by this Friday.

And now I will go check on sweet precious for the 174th time since 8:00pm.