At dinner time last night our weekend looked quite bright!
Friday looked like this: We had friends over last night for steak from Whole Foods prepared by grill master fox (aka my handsome husband), a random assortment of side dishes and s'mores to be devoured by the fire-pit. A great start to a long weekend that we were in much need of! Before bed Braden started complaining that his belly hurt. Gracie was a little cranky but has been for the last few days because either she has a. a virus and/or b. her molars are cutting through...poor baby girl. Both were in bed easily and our fire-pit fun commenced. Unfortunately that was the end of the fun.
Saturday was supposed to be: a trip to Honey Pot Hill Orchards for our annual apple picking with Pete's cousins. We were then planning on driving down to Chatham to stay with Pete's grandparents for the night to help close up their house for the winter and to enjoy a sunny Sunday by the beach.
Instead Saturday is looking like this: Gracie woke up in the middle of the night crying and miserable. Pete and I took turns rocking her and finally she was transferable back to her crib. When she woke up this morning she spent the entire morning with her head on my chest sucking her fingers. She had her fingers in her mouth so much that when she took them out they were all pruney. When Braden woke up he mentioned that his ear hurt, which he's never said before. We still (not smartly) got in the car as a messy family of four and headed to the orchard. As each mile went on we realized our mistake. Braden was crying a little harder and begging for us to hold him as each mile drove on and Gracie dozed in and out as she was clearly not feeling well. By the time we reached the parking lot Braden wouldn't even let us put him down and was in complete meltdown mode. We didn't pick a single apple. We turned the car around and headed back to the hospital where the pediatricians were waiting for us.
Poor Braden is terrified of the doctors. He screamed and begged and cried the entire walk to the office. He was saying things like, "please don't do this to me" and "don't let them touch me". My heart broke. As I handed the receptionist the $20 co-pay my eyes were welled with tears. I cannot stand the idea of my little boy feeling like we were doing something to harm him. It was so sad. Needless to say he has a bad ear infection. His first that I can remember. She said for him to take Motrin and amoxicillin. The poor guy won't take medicine so I was quite nervous about attempting this but magic Daddy was the ticket. He said it took 20 minutes of negotiating but eventually he swallowed the pink stuff and now looks like this....
for now, that's the way things are looking for our foxes this weekend...we'll see what tomorrow brings.
