The plague, that is. Jackson was sent home from school last Wednesday with a fever, AGAIN. Took him right into the doctor who couldn't find anything wrong with him. Ears looked good (at least the Amoxicillan did it's job) and his throat was fine. Alternate Tylenol and Motrin, bring him back if it gets worse, blah, blah, blah. I feel so, so bad for him. He ended up missing school Thursday and Friday. Now Jameson and I have it. Man, I'm all for mild winters, but I feel like the germs don't get killed off.
Monday J headed back to school and I went with him on a fieldtrip with his special ed class to the Share warehouse. Share is an organization that provides low cost food for families. They are totally volunteer driven. J's class was there to bag potatoes. He didn't want anything to do with it. The warehouse very busy with classes from other school working as well. The forklift was scary and fascinating for J, so that's how he spent most of his time - watching the forklift take away the boxes of our bagged potatoes.
Object du Jour: Plastic letters. He needs to take a handful for the car ride to school every morning.
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