William had a doctor's appointment yesterday. He got 2 shots, one that the doctor was out of last time we went, and one that causes a fever. We held off on the fever one because we were traveling by plane the next day. So he's got a temperature of 101 and he's a little fussy right now. The doctor said it should all be over by 6pm today. We'll see.
I got up at 7:15 this morning. I fed him, walked him, fed him and walked him. He fell asleep, and when I put him into bed, he woke up. I went downstairs again, and Diana woke up. I felt like a failure, unable to let her get some rest. I had some coffee, and intended on staying awake, but I fell asleep. Coffee doesn't even work any more on me. Diana takes similar long naps if given the chance.
Diana and Aida are a little hassled, because Venus, Natasia and AJ are cranky, coming in and tattling on each other. Aida said, "is anyone injured and needs to go to the hospital??" When the answer is no, she says, "then don't tattle on anyone, go back out and play." Someone comes in and asks questions occasionally or accidentally tattles. They were up late last night, they were excited to see each other. I was annoyed with Natasia the other day, it's hard to have an infant and take care of other children. The children probably resent the attention he sucks up. Diana wanted the shot before she went back to work next week, so she could take care of him. My nap kept me out of it.
Aida said William farted while he was getting the rectal thermometer. He's a pretty flatulent boy, takes after the old man. He also psyches you out about diaper changes. V has some old size #3s, and we've been using them, even though they leave a kind of elastic line on his butt.
His hair is standing down, and he looks a little like those mushroom heads in a Dr. Seuss book. He grabs at the phone if you're on the phone while holding him. He's getting very interested in exploring his world. He was crying in the car ride over here to NJ last night, and D started jingling the keys, like Grandma Parks suggested when we were down south. It worked.
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