My Little Firecrackers

Sometimes the weekends are more exhausting than the week...This was one of those weekends. The week was spent recovering from Madison's birthday party, and getting her one year check up taken care of.
Dr. Rob was very pleased with her progress and overall great health...hardly any sick visits. (kiss of death, btw) And just as we were starting to settle into the more comfortable 2nd year of life with a "been there, done that" kind of outlook...the fever comes. A low grade temp that could have been anything or nothing...considering she'd just had 3 shots, and is constantly cutting teeth. Friday evening was supposed to be Toy Story 3 with me, Chris, and Mason. Instead I opted to stay home with Maddie because she had reached "rag doll status". I was so glad I made that choice. With no warning, she threw up everywhere, and as I cleaned both of us up, all I could think was "Thank GOD her party was last weekend, and NOT tomorrow!" My poor baby was sick and miserable.
We were back in Dr. Rob's office Saturday morning,where my suspicions were confirmed. Maddie had her first UTI. I was so bummed. I could see how miserable she was, and I couldn't do anything to make it better. We alternated Tylenol and Motrin at 3 hour intervals until Monday. Tuesday was her first fever-free day...almost a whole week after the fever had started. My sweet girl is finally feeling better, and we are crossing our fingers that this will not be a regular occurrence. With our return trip to CHOP just a few weeks away, we are praying for good reports from all of her specialists.




We spent the 4th of July with my family, and although Maddie was not feeling herself, she still kept a happy smile on her face.








Mason had a great time picking out fireworks for the festivities, and he was SO excited all day long about setting them off.




This pic was taken right before a chunk of ash fell from the stick and Mason promptly stepped on it...barefoot. How was he barefoot??...we're not quite sure, but that was the only sparkler he did that evening. I felt terrible for him.




All in all, the 4th was not everything I had hoped it would be for my little people. It ended with both of them in tears, and feeling pretty lousy. We are planning a second attempt at the 4th of July sometime this weekend. :)