Happy new year! Oh that sounds so hollow, if you're nine and a half months old and experience your first fever with highs of 104 F (40 C). So fever's still high, moods rather low on the first day of the new year. Yesterday we hit the full-week-of-fever-in-the-family-mark. So the expression "cabin fever", that used to be such a luxurious state of mind of having to work deadlines and wanting to go out just got a whole new dimension.
Karl is actually fine again. Besides falling asleep while reading one of his favorite books (about knights and castles and gruesome weaponry of the middle ages) to his favorite stuffed animal (Tallulah the Irish lamb) in the afternoon, he was fever free and back to normal.
Henri on the other hand thinks life sucks after all. I guess having you first full on flu feels like the eternal damnation of the young and innocent. So his facial expressions alternately convey "Why?!" (see above) or "Make this all go away, after all your my mother/father as such infallible and I surely do not deserve to suffer this much just for keeping you awake a few nights" (following). Well, if all goes like his brother's flu, he'll be fine by Monday.
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