Keeping the Tradition

Our first trip to Colorado with the Coach's family was 9 Summers ago.  We were the happy and not-yet-as-tired parents of three little children.  Ages 3, 2 and 10 months.  Driving a mini-van with room to spare.  Hard to imagine, huh?

Son (#3) got sick while we were there.  

It's in those moments when we are tremendously grateful that the Coach's older brother is a doctor.  Comes in handy.

I won't give you the details, but as we've added babies, we've continued the habit of the littlest getting sick while we are in Colorado. Maybe it's the change in routine.  Maybe the altitude.  The cooler weather.  Or all of the above.

Lest you ask yourself, "And WHY do they keep going back?", remember this?

We did almost back out last year, but instead, we convinced my parents to join us (as they had twice before).  With their help, the ratio of adult to child is only 1:2 instead of our usual 1:4.

Summer of '07, Baby Boy was a tiny three month old (having been born early) and he developed a congested nose.  That was it.

Little did I know I should have been more grateful.

Apparently, Baby boy's fussing the last two days had purpose.  When he woke from his afternoon nap yesterday with 103 fever, we knew it must be his ears.

Thank heavens for the urgent care here in this sleepy ski resort town.  We were the only ones there.  (Coach's brother won't arrive until Saturday.)

We haven't gotten any sleep YET this trip, but I have hope that by tonight his fever will break and he'll perk up to his usual tolerant and amazingly happy self.

And there's always next year. . .