In the middle of dance class today, I discovered that Ash felt oddly overheated to the touch. The thermometer confirmed a fever of 101 degrees. So, I made homemade chicken noodle soup while she cuddled with Daddy and watched Fantasia (minus the creepy demon dude). She hasn't had an appetite today but the nice thing about the tv is it magically makes noshing practically mindless, so it wasn't hard for Tony to shovel a fair amount of broth into Ash's mouth.
At bedtime I gave Ash the Wet Socks Treatment. Crossing my fingers that it brings her fever down.
Poor baby.
At bedtime I gave Ash the Wet Socks Treatment. Crossing my fingers that it brings her fever down.
Poor baby.
