Garrett has had a bit of a cough and some colorful morning snot for a few days. Since he had bronchiolitis earlier this year - and since I still consider myself a rookie - I took him to Convenient Care yesterday to get him checked out. He is fine. (Praise God!) We opened the windows in our house a few days ago to give our air conditioner and our checking account a break. Nathan and I had both woken up with raw, sore-ish throats, which we attributed to the change in the air, and thought Garrett was dealing with the same kind o' thing. Nathan thought, and I agreed, that it would be best for Garrett if we closed his window, turned off his ceiling fan, and put a humidifier in his room, so as I read to Garrett, Nathan filled up the humidifier. Around 7:30, I said, "Goodnight, Buddy", and closed Garrett's door.
(This is where the 'Parents of the Year' award goes to someone else.) At precisely 1:54 this morning, I awoke to the cry of our sweet baby. (That hasn't happened in a while; he's been sleeping through the night for about 3 months.) I rushed into his room and immediately discovered why he was crying. In his own way, he was yelling, "It's hotter than h...e...doublehockeysticks in here!!!" It was like a freakin' sauna in there!
The moral of this story: Babies do NOT like saunas.
Guess I'll start hoping for next year's nomination.