Or Tate's old groove. Or something.
We're working our way back to normal - for us anyway. Had a regular school day and Tate had no problem at all. His appetite is slightly less than average, but picking up.
I'm vacillating between hyper-vigilance and oh-he's-fine-just-look-at-him. Although, looking closely, he's almost but not quite fine. He had the reddest cheeks today, and they felt warm to the touch - but not the rest of him. Not feverish. Go figure.
After dinner, when I sent him and Wyatt upstairs to shower and I reminded him to walk, not run, he had the nerve to put his hands on his head, roll it around, and tease me, "Oooohhh, I think I'm fainting... ooohhhh, I think I'm fainting!" If he collapsed, it was only in giggles.
And let me tell you.... He was very subdued and quiet while he was in the hospital, but no more. He is talkingtalkingtalkingtalkingtalking. You'd think he had a daily word quota he was assigned, and now that the bottleneck has been released, he's making up for lost time.
Or maybe I'm still getting over the high-intensity of the last few days.