Poor Joe is feeling under the weather. At 16 months of age, he has his first real fever! (He’s had low-grade fevers while teething, but nothing like this. He feels like a soft little furnace!)
It’s already come down a bit from where it was, with some Tylenol and rest. As soon as he wakes up, he’s going to have some juice and a little snuggle time.
I think he picked up what Patrick had over the weekend, which means he’ll be toasty and tired for a day, and then have a yucky cough. Poor kid!