104.6*

Well, we're paying the price.

The babe must have had a fabulous time@ Mardi Gras. So much so, he wanted to bring the good times home. Well, someone with a little more experience... ah hum, Papa?... should have explained that the parade throws can come home, but the feverish floats must stay in Louisiana.

Monday, after Mama & Zaney's first volunteering experience with Faith in Action for nearly a month, Zander woke up with a delirious fever of 103.3. We led Dr. Arch to believe the babe had just picked up a Fifth's Disease of Bourbon on Bourbon Street last week. So, no problem. Red cheeks will fade...

But Tuesday the little man's fever was up to 104.6 & his Rosy fever cheeks were gone. In we went. "Just another virus." The story of his short life; Just another virus.

Well, it's Wednesday. Mama thought maybe the fever had broke, so she let the Motrin lapse... bad idea. 104.7. (Aunt Jenn always said, probably just to make Mama feel better, that babies with high fevers are usually healthier when they grow older...)

So, Dr. Arch decided Amoxicillan would continue to end the story of the babe's life...

Unfortunately, Mama & babe's missed our airport/Ikea/Pirmani Bros date with Jenny Brown today. We didn't want to risk sending any illness back to J-ville to torment Dana Brown... Oh, how I miss me some crazy JB!