Little Cloud, Aka Littler Bear, turns 2 in a few weeks. As with all toddlers, the aspects of his personhood attributable to his life outside the womb have become reasonably distinct from those which formed within it. His time spent outside and younger sibling life of perpetual catch-up were recently in evidence when 2 days of contemplation were enough to see him going both up and back down the wooden ladder into our treehouse, with the supposedly toddler-proof big step up at the bottom. Unlike many toddlers, and due not entirely to the need to catch-up on communication, he displays an excessive amount of personality for someone well under 3 feet tall. Good for stealing your hat and making friends at the brewery (above), or while out getting ice cream (below), and rather less useful when his analogue ways of refusal number into the dozens.
Yesterday morning the cloud wanted to follow me outside and lurk underfoot in the garage, as usual, but was noticeably cranky, and by late morning, lethargic, which is unheardof, enough that we took his temperature. 103F.
Toddler time outpaces that of the adult several times over, so his temperature could have been due to his last two molars coming in, or to a cold his buddy had given most of us last week, or to something more evidently sinister. M took him to the doctor, which involved calling them from the parking lot and being seen in a tent in the yard, with samples sent off. In a few hours we had the flu result back, in 25 hours the test of coronavirus. Both negative. And now we can go back to spending more time at home than back before the world changed, while still being able to walk around the block without fear.