The Fun Just Never Ends Around Here.

This past weekend J and T went to the Father/Son retreat at camp. They both had a great time and I am so glad that they are able to share experiences like that. From playing to building to campfires to chapel, ever moment was filled with fun memories and a taste of excitement for next year.

Because I'm not one to enjoy staying home alone. (Well alone with children, I should say.) We packed up Friday night and spent the night at my dad's. H awoke and wasn't himself. Later on the thermometer confirmed his temp of 102.8. For a non-fever kid, that was quite the fever.

Since we were all the way across town we jetted to the nearest urgent care (NOW Care) where they saw him promptly and diagnosed him with strep throat. We took a trip to the pharmacy and once the Tylenol and antibiotics (Zithromax) hit him he was on cloud nine again.

Sunday morning, H awoke and as him and M sat ready to eat breakfast I noticed H's hands and feet were covered in spots. Considering it was just about a year ago that little H had a reaction to amoxicillin I immediately started thinking allergic reaction. So to Partners in Peds, the three of us headed in our pajamas to make it as the clinic opened.

No allergic reaction.

Just a rash.

And the doctor checked him out, called and got the lab results and informed me that no, H did not have strep.

Not Saturday either.

So one day after starting Zithromax, he went off.

I got a little scolding from the doctor about making sure I bring H to our clinic whenever possible. And I have to agree that he made a good point. At Partners in Peds they have his chart, his history and they know how to deal with little ones. They aren't just looking for a quick fix.

So H now is covered in a rash that starts near his face and goes to his tippy toes. It's not contagious and is supposedly no big deal.

All in all the weekend provided two more trips to doctors and another pharmacy run to find out that nothing is wrong with my son besides a little viral rash.

And because I know you're all curious, today's high point so far:

Opening a letter from the Illinois Tollway to find out that we owe them $63.20 because my husband chose to run not one, but three tolls last September.

Apparently he didn't have any change at the time and plans to let them know that it was an accident.

For whatever reason, I don't think the Illinois Tollway likes to negotiate.

But hey, every once in awhile I'm wrong.