Our weekend trip to Huntsville had to be canceled this morning when Taylor woke up with a 104-degree fever. It has peaked at 105, in between doses of Motrin and Tylenol, cool washcloths and lukewarm baths. But she’s running around a mile a minute playing, despite our best efforts to slow her down. (I just had to take a break from posting this to get her to quit running around the house in a circle)
One moment this morning when we were able to slow her down to watch some TV – a commercial came on for some French Toast Sticks, a former favorite breakfast she hasn’t had in a while. She looked at Elizabeth and said “Mommy, please can I have french toast sticks.” And you know what? Elizabeth bought her some at the store. Commercialism is alive and well.