#2 seems to have had a relapse. His fever came back this evening, so a dose of Tylenol and some cough syrup and sending him to bed had him asleep at about 7:45. Poor kid, it totally sucks to be sick for virtually your whole spring break.
We got a call from #1 tonight, with a request out of the norm. Could we send him a picture of myself, his dad and the dog? He didn't want to chat with us, just wanted us to e-mail him the pictures and that's it thank-you-very-much! It seems he has a project due for French class first thing tomorrow morning that he put off doing until tonight. Child, thy name is Procrastination. Seriously, I'm thinking of sending him an invitation to join the Procrastinators Club of America. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.
#3 woke up from a sound sleep around 9:30 and came rushing into us holding something up in the air. It seems the losing of his first molar woke him up, and he just had to come bouncing into the room and onto the bed to show us (note to self, start locking the bedroom door at night). He is now sleeping and blissfully dreaming of the wads of cash the tooth fairy is bound to leave under his pillow tonight. I think I have a couple quarters somewhere around here...