I took F6 to the doctor today. He’s been pretty miserable since Thursday…at least as miserable as one of my sweet babies can be. He’s been running a temp and Sunday developed some congestion and coughing. The doctor took one look into his left ear and said, “Oooh, that doesn’t look good. Definitely infected.” In some ways, it’s a relief to hear. There is a obvious and not-to-serious cause for his fever, and I also feel vindicated. Especially when the nurse took his temp and it was only 96.7. So he is on amoxicillen for the next 10 days and sleeping on Motrin.
Thanksgiving dinner is at our house again this year. Mom is making her pies tomorrow, and I think I’ll make the dinner rolls tomorrow, as well. At least get them to the point of ready-to-rise, and then put them in the fridge to rise. They’ll be ready to bake (I hope) when the turkey is done. We generally eat late (6pm) because of all the family that is somewhere else earlier in the day. Mr. Nutt’s kids will be eating at their mom’s earlier and then coming to our house. My brother will be bringing his daughter and girlfriend (maybe) after another dinner as well. Our menu will have: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, broccoli and cheese, creamed corn, baked butternut squash, dinner rolls, pumpkin dip with ginger cookies, apple pie, pumpkin pie, lemon meringue, and chocolate cream pie. I think we’ll get the pies all done, and maybe the squash tomorrow, so that there is less oven usage on Thursday.
Yesterday, Mom and I looked through old pictures of when I was a kid and when my bigger kids were very little. Wow! It makes me realize that I’m not a little girl anymore. I love to look at those pictures and see how time has marched past. I’m sure there will come a day when the time that has passed will be more than the time that is to come, and it may sadden me. But right now, it is so fun and uplifting.