Fever, Part II

We were fever-free for about five days. Then, today the fever returned. Little Man slept fitfully last night, but we chalked it up to sleeping in the Pack 'n Play. He wound up in bed with us for most of the night, thrashing and snorting.

My mom swears that she can "smell" sickness before symptoms even surface. She says it's a sweet, acetone smell. I've always been a bit skeptical, but she's never been wrong. While I schlepped The Smartest Man Alive to his lacrosse tournament early Saturday, mom came over to watch Little Man. She announced that he had the "sick smell" and put him down for a nap.

My sister and I scoffed at her prediction and that was Mistake #1: Don't Mess with Mama's Intuition. Six hours later, Little Man was feverish, cranky, and cantankerous.

Right now, we're hoping the fever is being caused by a nasty tooth and not an ear infection or a recurrence of the cold.

Fingers crossed.