If there's just been the biggest snow of the year (3 inches, yay!) and you don't feel like sledding with your brother, you must feel pretty bad. Saturday morning, we set off for sledding at what the kids used to call "Death Mountain." It's recently been graded into something more suitable for building houses on, so now we're calling it "Somewhat Threatening Slope." Next year it will be somebody's yard and there won't be any sledding on it at all. Not for us, anyway.
Nothing was working for Sam that morning, though. He woke up feeling bad and things got worse. We knew he ought to go to the doctor to have his throat looked at, but when it snows here you have to make hay while the sun shines, so to speak, because it'll all be gone by 11:00am, noon if you're lucky. My sled doesn't work in the front yard! I can't walk all the way to Death Mountain! Jack hit me in the face with a snowball! And he decided to go inside.
So Greg and Jack went sledding and Sam and I went to the doctor for his first case of strep throat. I'm still not really sure he actually had strep, but he's done with his antibiotics already so it's gone either way. The bad news is he's back on the Nasonex every day for allergy season which in Tennessee, I think, is ALL YEAR LONG.* Seriously, it's all pollen, all the time. That's the flip side of all the green.
The worst part about this incredibly riveting story is that on Monday morning, Sam cried that he didn't feel good, his throat hurt, he was tired. I knew there'd be some difficulty getting up because of the time change, but he seemed to feel really bad. So I let him stay home from school. Turns out either he's a really good actor or I'm a big sucker. It's both, actually, because by 9:30, he was fine and driving me crazy with his incessant chatter and trying to get me to answer him on the walkie-talkie when he called me from upstairs. By 10:30 I was begging him to go away and play Webkinz.
I swear I saw him snicker and twirl his imaginary evil moustache as he booted up the computer.
The best part about this incredibly riveting story is that last night after his first day back at school, Sam whined that he hates to miss school because his class did something super cool the day he was gone and you always miss cool stuff when you stay home and "remember last time I was sick I missed that cool thing with the eggs!?" And I just smiled and twirled my own imaginary evil moustache because I really enjoyed seeing him learn that lesson.
(*The doctor actually used the word "turbinates" and I was all proud of myself because I learned that one last year from my brother.)
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