We went to the Girdwood Blueberry festival this weekend. We made
the hour drive (with Emmett screaming most of the way) mainly to see our
friends Cyrus and Tina and to meet their brand new babe, Joya. She was so
adorable and tiny. She weighed 6lbs 14oz at birth, which is the same as our Mr.
E. I cannot believe that he was ever that small or frail. No wonder I was
scared of him when he was so new. I remember having friends visit when he was
new and they commented about how they couldn’t believe that their daughter (who
was 4 months old) was ever that small. At the time, I remember thinking that
their baby was huge. Now, I’m sure Emmett seems huge. It all comes full circle.
The blueberry festival looked fun. It is probably really
enjoyable for people with children old enough to pick berries. There were TONS
of children, all running around with blue stained faces and appearing happy.
The drive back was also filled with screaming by Emmett for the entire trip
back. Poor Guy.
Sunday, we had an awesome day. It was rainy out, so we
smoked some ribs, and did some cooking for the week. I’ve heard that babies
sense when you are about to lose it and turn their acts around at the last
second. True, of our lad. Whereas, Saturday he was grouchy, and couldn’t sleep
unless he was being held, Sunday he was mellow and took naps like a champ. And
we had a terrific day.
He had his 4 month check-up last Wednesday, which included
some vaccines. This is probably what led to most of the fussiness. On Thursday,
his daycare teacher called me to tell me he had a fever and needed to be picked
up. His “fever” was 98.6, which she insisted was a fever for a baby and that he
should also stay home on Friday. I didn’t know much about these things so I
took him home and looked into it. It turns out a temperature isn’t a fever for
a baby unless it is 100.1 or higher. I’m not sure where the miscommunication
was. Aaron stayed home with him on Friday. Daddy daycare!