Holidays already?

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving, and after a morning visit from his Grammy and Aunt Sarah (and a nap) we tossed Peter into the car and headed out to West Allis, where his Aunt Vi was hosting the annual shindig on his mom’s side. We got there at about 1:30, and the dinner was scheduled to be served in the early afternoon, and Peter wasted no time in demanding to be fed. This would be the trend of the day for him, as he spent the next 9 hours or so eating everything that wasn’t nailed down, to everyone’s amazement. He has turkey (of course), stuffing, sweet potatoes, wild rice, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, chex mix, peanuts, a croissant, and I’m pretty sure he had some of the paella, too. And I should also mention that he was the only one of the three of us to have breakfast. Peter’s mom wasn’t all that surprised by this, as she said he does like to graze all day. However, “grazing” does not cause the air pressure in the house to drop to the point where the chance of precipitation increases inside because of a toddling epicenter.

 

Anyway, when he wasn’t eating he was playing with his cousins, having a great time without an afternoon nap. But of course, by the end of the evening this will make Peter a tired boy, even if he wants to stay up all night and play. So when he saw people starting to get ready to go, out came the lip and tears. At least he fell asleep in the car after only a minute of driving.

 

The next day we took Peter to get his hair cut, as he was getting a little shaggy up top. Actually, we were torn about it somewhat, since he would wake up sometimes with this great messy rock-star hair do that looked great on him. But common sense won out and he lost several pounds of hair. He was distraught to start out, but after 10 minutes his fear turned into simple annoyance. After he was done he looked like a whole new kid. The really good part about it is that we can see his eyebrow and forehead expressions a lot better, and they are quite the sight to see.

 

Then Saturday afternoon Peter started getting a slight fever. He seemed recovered Sunday morning when we were scheduled to go out to Madison for a cousins Christmas photo shoot. But the fever did come back while we were there (Mr. Model wasn’t that happy a camper this time, likely due to the illness), and it got higher in the evening after we got home.

 

He made a quick visit to the doctor yestareday, were we learned that he had a double ear infection, likely caused by the cold he had a few weeks before plugging up the fluid tubes in his ears. He has a perscription for antibiotics, which he really doesn’t care for, and Motrin to control his fever. But when the fever is under control he’s his normal self, which is a good thing.