Yes, the title confirms that I'm a child of the 80's.
Monito has a fever, having finally developed the cold that is plaguing the family. He is sweaty and whimpering, clearly miserable. All I can do is keep him cool and well hydrated. I hate this part of parenting, when I can't fix things!
Another thing on my list of duties? Taking rectal temps. Homestead Mama would prefer not to inflict that kind of discomfort on the babes. I suppose my Attila the Hun tendencies pay off for her.