Despite any optimistic tweets/Facebook status updates you might have seen from me, Wesley is NOT better. A more pitiful baby has never been seen. He has had a fever since Tuesday afternoon and nothing has touched it including Tylenol, Motrin, baths, and rubbing his head with a wet washcloth.
The good news is that he does not have H1N1, according the the result of a test that entailed sticking a Q-tip up his nose farther than you ever would have imagined possible. So now I can stop yelling "UNCLEAN" when I pass our neighbors on the way to the mailbox, which is nice.
In other news, Charlie is adjusting to being back in Central Time as well as can be expected. Which is to say he appears in our room at five every morning wondering aloud why it's dark in his room when it is so clearly time to get up and eat breakfast.
Needless to say, I've had more caffeine in the last three days than is deemed safe by the World Health Organization.