Fall has definitely started around these parts. It arrived right on schedule. The temperatures have dropped low enough for us to have our first fire of the year on Friday night, though we have still refused to turn on the furnace.
The leaves are starting their change. A few trees are already splashed in reds and yellows and orange. Halloween items are heavily on display and the kids have been talking nonstop about trick or treating, what costume they will choose, and upcoming trips to the pumpkin farm.
Our pumpkin spice candles have been working overtime in our house and bags of apples lie in wait for me to turn them into my famous chunky applesauce.
On Saturday Grace and I worked in the front and back gardens clearing out the dead plants and flowers and potting the new colorful mums to take their place. I couldn't help but notice all the Christmas trees being set up at Walmart when I was picking out my mums, and though it made me pretty angry it didn't change my festive fall mood.
The one unfortunate side affect of fall is the sickies that always seem to come with it (and the start of school). We had planned on going up north this weekend to see the magnificent color, but it was supposed to be rainy and chilly and Ben was nursing a cold so we decided to stay home.
On Saturday morning Ben's throat seemed much worse so we took him to the doctor. A strep test was done and came back negative. We figured it was just a nasty virus.
As the day and night wore on Ben got worse. His glands swelled so that you could see them sticking out of his neck. The poor kid was miserable and could barely swallow. On Sunday we hunkered down and tried to make Ben as comfortable as possible. The majority of his day was spent in front of the fire (literally, right in front of the fire) trying to warm up and even falling asleep. By Sunday night Todd and I decided that Ben needed to go back to the doctor in the morning.
First thing this morning, after the other kids were off to school, the doctor saw Ben and decided to run some blood tests. The tests revealed that Ben has mono. A bit of a surprise in such a young kid, but not unheard of. Poor little pickle.
Ben is currently in a nice hot bath before we have to go and pick up Grace from school, and then I'm sure it will be more blankets, fires, cuddling, and hopefully we'll get some soup and ice cream and yogurts down.