After our sad night Monday, Mason woke up Tuesday morning bright eyed and bushy tailed. Jumped up and down in his crib, played happily in his surprise morning bath, and chattered away on the way to daycare.

Knowing he wasn't feeling 100%, SuperDad picked him up early and his teachers said he had had a great day.

Half an hour after he got home, things went downhill. He just wanted to cuddle on the couch, which as everyone knows, is unheard of with an active toddler! Supper time rolled around and he didn't show any interest in his food (scrambled eggs, which are usually a favorite) and was struggling to stay awake in his high chair, which definitely isn't like him. Soon, he had a fever and Tylenol didn't do anything to bring it down.

With half an hour left before Urgent Care closed, we decided that we were better safe than sorry and SuperDad took him in. Upon checking in, they were the only ones in the waiting room and a quick visit seemed promising.

An hour and a half later... a doctor finally came in to see poor Mason, who had long ago lost his patience. As you can see in the picture, his eyes are red from all the crying he'd been doing.

After listening to him breathe, they declared he should get an x-ray. That happened fairly quickly, and then the waiting began again. He spent a lot of time playing with his new Leapfrog Phone (and basically destroyed the display by throwing it on the ground and stomping on it... so bummed about this) and wondering when the results were coming back. At one point in time, he even tried to put on his coat, picked up his diaper bag, and went to the door. He was d-o-n-e.

Thankfully he discovered a jar of Teddy Grahams in his diaper bag, so that cheered him up. He also found his old daycare Nuk (which he hasn't used in 6+ months) and latched right on to that. Which normally I'd say no way, but it cheered him up during what was getting to be a three hour urgent care visit (if this was "my" blog and not Mason's, you'd see a long rant about how it's possible that we as a society continue to consider a 3 hour wait at the doctor's acceptable, but 5 minutes in line at Wal-mart is just too long...)

They got home at 11 pm, 3 hours passed Mason's bedtime, which I felt horrible about that because obviously sleep helps sick little boys.