When I picked up Arden from school today, her sweet teacher was just finishing taking her temperature. As Arden described it later, "Befany do the temperature in my armpit to feel me better!" Arden had a fever, as did three of her classmates. It was a warm and fussy afternoon at Primavera...
The whole pitiful car ride home Arden repeated "Mama...I have a fever..." We stopped at the store for some supplies--namely, popsicles ("pink popsicles!") and sorbet ("purple ice cream!") which, combined with some motrin, helped cool off my steamy little girl.
We spent the afternoon snuggling together in bed, watching movies, eating cool snacks, and stamping penguins and tigers with her new stamps and ink pad.
Thankfully, Arden passed out shortly after 8pm. She's asleep like a tiny bug in the bed next to me, on her belly, arms and legs tucked under her, snoring slightly. Every so often she pops up her head and says something completely hilarious:
"And then my mama brings me juice"
"No, I don't want to go to my home!"
"You like the duck? Okay, I go with you, duck."
"Hey! I see the wiggly guy!" (That's in reference to one of those goofy fan-blowing arms-stretched out...wiggly guys that are in front of stores as advertisements. We pass a red one every day going to school and it's the highlight of the ride (unless there's a train, or a firetruck, or a taxi, or an ambulance, or a digger). Arden LOVES the wiggly guy.
And just a few minutes ago she popped up her head just long enough to sing "...just as you are..." That's the end of the song they sing at school to end their circle time. They sing a verse with each child's name and that's the child's cue to leave circle and move into work time: "Arden, Arden you shine like a star, we love you Arden just as you are..." Super sweet song, and she's apparently singing it in her sleep.
Fever dreams. Wild.