Chapter Two

This is our beautiful Spike anxiously waiting for us grown ups to get our shoes on so he can get in the van! You see that smile, right? Seems to be feeling better...?

This is Spike laid out on the couch. I was trying to capture his misery on film, but all that kid does is smile, so, I'll just have to tell you about it...
Again, I thought fresh air would do the kids some good. You know, get things moving. I was wrong. He was too sick. He was in the wagon with Hella and her blanket the whole time, so it wasn't a terribly exerting walk, but still.
When we got home, he felt a little too warm for my liking, so I took his temperature...104.3.
That's right. I did not mistype that. Robyne hopped on line and looked up what contitutes as dangerous, and believe it or not 104 is still not too bad as long as it doesn't stay for long periods of time. 107 can result in brain damage. Anyway, I did everything the websites said to do to lower his temperature, and it worked. It got down to 102.6!
Our sweet, strong, exhausted, and brave Spike turned in early, and is working very hard on getting better. Go, Spike!