Welcome to Summer, Minnesota!

We approached this weekend with the goal of maximizing our fun as a way to 'Welcome to Summer, Minnesota!' J actually took Tuesday off of work as well, so that we could all have a four day weekend.

We did the best we could, given a really sick Doo.

Friday, we walked as a family to the neighborhood liquor store. The nice Chinese lady offered the Doo a Dum-Dum (what is it with liquor store and these tiny suckers??? I remember these from when I was little!), we kept the wrapper on, and he happily used it as a teething tool. I finally brought out my cobwebbed martini glasses, and made most delicious cosmopolitans. Enough said.

Saturday, J had Part One of his weekend hands-on motorcycling class. He was the class loser until the instructor discovered a problem with his bike's brake. Once fixed, he became the class star. The Doo and I took walks, talked about "neighbor's stairs", and played with said neighbors. 'Twas a pleasant day.

Sunday, J had Part Two of his class, and left the house earlier than a typical workday. Unfortunately, the Doo woke up on the crabby side of the crib. The seriously crabby side. In a big puddle of drool. Have I mentioned he's teething his Two-Year-Molars?
I really wanted to go to my yoga class, though, so I dosed him with teething medicine, and asked him if we should go to yoga. "Yoga! Yoga!" was his excited reply, so off we went. When we arrived, we discovered that this was the last weekend with yoga childcare, so we were glad we went!
Though happy at yoga, the crabbiness returned once we arrived home, which made for a seriously long day. Just about everything made the poor little guy cry, and he refused to eat even his beloved cranberries or Happy Cookies. He also somehow managed to get his entire fist in his mouth (apparently, the vast amounts of drool he was generating provided the proper amount of lubrication for this feat to happen). And... uh oh... after I realized that he was feeling really warm all day, we discovered that he had a small temp. His first! This was also the worst he has teethed, so I wasn't too surprised.
By nightfall, I felt victim to the Serious Crabbies. J shoved a martini glass in my hand, and pushed me out the door with my laptop and a book so I could enjoy the evening sitting on our patio. Away from crying babies. Another home-remedy cure for the Crabbies was Good Neighbor L, who hung out for awhile :)

However, the temp continued throughout Sunday night, no fun for any of us.

Monday, the temp continued, but the Doo was now enjoying great amounts of Tylenol and Motrin. We all needed to get out of the house, so we decided to go to the "Airplane Park" to watch the "big airplanes". Since I was completely burnt out of Doo Care from the previous day, I rode to the park to meet the Boys. It was the first longish ride since my knee issue, and everything felt great. In fact, better than great. We're talking first-rate, glorious, brilliant, exceptional, marvelous, delightful, and wonderful! I had forgotten how riding in the sun makes me giddy with happiness!
Later that evening, more riding (this time on a 20" wheel) was done as I had to sub at ShowGroup practice. The Boys came with, and the Doo had a fun time watching Mama and the "Noo-nees". Plus, Echo the Dog was there! And she wasn't scary!! And she allowed the Doo to pet her!!! However, the temp continued.

Monday night, the little guy learned how to say "HOT" in regards to his condition, as he was burning up. This is when we realized that this was not a teething fever.

Tuesday, we went to see his pediatrician, who discovered an ear infection in his right ear (or, in medical speak, OM AD). Then came another first for the Doo: his first antibiotic. He took that shot of amoxicillin like a young man doing his first shot of tequila -- with a look of disgust and a shudder. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had pounded his fist on the table!

Welcome, Minnesota, to Summer!