Gavin has been home for two days now with a fever and sore throat. Cartloads of fresh fruit and even my coveted honey hot chocolate didn't do the trick. This morning I had to take him to the hospital for a strep test. Marley was adamant that she was "not going" with us. After a short long struggle with coat, hair, shoes, etc we got her in the car. She screamed the few blocks there (with poor, pale Gavin cringing by her side) and we arrived at registration. I greeted the kind, older gentleman at the desk and quietly apologized for my ornery toddler. Marley didn't miss a beat- "I AM grumpy. WE ARE ALL GRUMPY!". This elicited more than a few chuckles from her audience. She settled down quickly after that and Gavin gagged his way through the throat swab (which is awful, I had tonsilitis/strep throat/scarlet fever for a solid three years during grade school). Turns out he is positive for strep throat/scarlet fever, so we rented Up and we're going to bust out the Snow Dough. Here is how it turned out last time:
I am hoping that this cures the Marley's "grumpitis".
