At 2:30 this morning, Bel wakes up howling that her ear hurts. "Which one, Bel?" I ask. She points to her left ear. So we get out the heating pad, the Tylenol. We get her resettled. I ask again, "which ear, Bel?" She points to the left one again (it's always good to see if you get a consistent answer).
This morning she told me, "my ear was talking mama, going glug glug glug." She giggles like it's really funny. And I remember that yesterday evening she'd talked about using her old Elmo sippy cup again, which I didn't think anything of at the time. But I bet she was thinking it'd make her ear feel better to slurp from a sippy cup. I give her another dose of Tylenol and dial the doctor's office for Jon, who's taking on the sick child assignment for the day.
Actually, I have to look up the doctor's office number, which is kind of refreshing. I used to have it memorized from calling every other week -- but since it's been months since we last went in, it's fallen out of my brain. This is a good thing.
I try to talk Otto into going to day care, but he says no. He wants to stay home. In his pajamas. I tell him he has to get dressed, he'll be heading to the doctor's office with Dad and Annabel, and his lip comes out. "I wish I could just stay home," he grumps. By himself, he means. At his LEGO table.
Not yet, kid! C'mon, get dressed and I'll get you some breakfast.
Later Jon called to tell me that the nurse confirmed that Annabel has a pretty good infection brewing, so we're on the pink stuff now. Both kids got their flu shots, too. Everyone's been in a grand mood despite the shots and the ear-inspection drama.
So, to sum up - we have snow. We have cold. And we have our obligitory ear infection.
It finally feels like winter.
