Of course, we don't have a 10-second anal analyzer so we were going to have to keep this thing up Jack's pooper for about a minute. Yay! After a short argument over who was going to hold baby boy's feet and who had to hold the thermometer (I won), I grabbed the feet, Shae lubed up the rump reader, and Jack got an unpleasant surprise. About a minute of discomfort later (Jack was very brave) the thermometer beeped and the readout told us Jack's had a fever (100.4). Even though Shae was slightly traumatized, there wasn't much we could do last night so we put the babies to bed. A few hours later we retook Jack's temperature and his fever was gone. By this morning, Jack was back to smiling and laughing. I guess we did good work.
I think Jack was a little traumatized by the probing experience. Even though he didn't feel as warm this morning, Shae wanted to take his temp just to make sure he was doing fine. Jack disagreed. Just as Shae was about to give him another jolt, he defended himself the best way he can: he peed on his mom. That should teach her to think twice before trying that again.
A few updates:
- My guess at the cause of Jack's fever was that his teeth were finally coming in. Ella already has three and he doesn't have any so I figured it was time. So it makes perfect sense that Ella has a new tooth this morning and Jack doesn't. So Ella leads the tooth race 4-0.
- Speaking of 4-0, that's the current "score" in our war against the rodents. About two weeks after deploying the WMRs (Weapons of Mass Rodent-struction, AKA D-CON), Shae found three more dead mouse-warriors. Counting the one we got with the trap a couple of months back we've taken out at least four of the little bastards now. It seems to be working because we haven't heard any scurrying up in the attic lately. I'm sure they're just plotting their next attack. Of course, the mice got the last laugh. They may have died, but I was the one who had to to dispose of their maggot infested carcasses. I'd almost rather have them making a ruckus up in the attic than have to pick that crap up again. Gross.
- The babies had their 7-month checkup on Tuesday. They're both doing fine. A few highlights:
- The babies growth-rate has really slowed down. Ella was 15lbs 8oz and Jack was 16lbs 5ozs. Basically, in three months they both put on about a pound-and-a-half. I guess this is pretty normal since they are both still about average according the the chart the doc showed us.
- Ella is still a very tall girl (90th percentile...she must get her height from her mom). Jack's height is still right about at the average. He would have been a lot taller if they counted the height of his faux-hawk.
- The expectations for the babies get higher every visit. Last time everyone was impressed that they drooled. This time, no one cared how good they were at drooling (Ella is a superstar drooler); the doc wanted to know about their sitting, rolling, "talking", etc. I guess it's kind of like school where not pissing on the floor is a big deal in kindergarten, but by the higher grades you have to do math and stuff (Note: this comment is based on kindergarten when I was a kid, not the crazy requirements now where kindergarten students do algebra and calculus). Actually, I think teachers at every level are happy if the students don't piss on the floor. Maybe it's not the same at all.
- Another visit, another round of shots for the babies. That part gets tougher every time because the babies are more aware of the pain as they get older. Especially Jack. He's our sensitive little boy.
- Last weekend my mom came down to visit for Mother's Day. It was a short visit, but we squeezed in a trip to the zoo, some pictures at Balboa Park, and we took in the Bodies exhibit that is currently at one of the Balboa Park museums. Oh, and lots of baby time. It was a very nice visit.
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