Nobody WANTS to go to Urgent Care

No pictures. No videos. Just facts. Today, Nealie had a cold. An icky cold. That seemed to get worse and worse as the day went on. By 6 pm, Nealie was tugging at her ears and hair and was pulling and rubbing at her nose. I just wanted Nealie's little sinuses to feel better. So I called my mommy to find out if there was anything more that I could do for her. She said she would recommend calling my pediatrician's office for the nurse to find out what to do next. The nurse said she was afraid Nealie might have a sinus or ear infection. We went to Urgent Care.

To paint a good picture of what we were going through, Nealie has basically never been sick. Aside from the few fussy nights, she is an all-around LOVELY baby. So, when she is miserable and snotty and overall crummy-feeling, we kinda take it seriously.

Diagnosis? Nealie has a low-grade fever, a cold and -- ready for it? -- FOUR MOLARS COMING IN AT THE SAME TIME. Poor Nealie.

Now we just have to suck it up as the bills come in for our new place, our new puppy and OUCH! our Urgent Care visit. At least it takes them forever to bill people...

Ah, the craziness...

Amidst plans to move, puppy hunting, homework and general exhaustion, we have even found the time to come together as a family. This chaos has actually been a wonderful experience and I am grateful to go through it with such a kind and loving husband.

I am away for about three nights a week now and I usually spend much of Saturday at school studying. Daddy steps it up and takes care of NeNe. I decide that I am ready for a dog and Curtis decides he's ready for some storage space. When I find the perfect apartment days later (hahaha?), I only receive monetary groans from Curtis before he jumps on board. "I want a big dog, I want an aussie, I want a greyhound, I want a...." Curtis is annoyed with my struggles regarding this issue, especially since we are not getting a dog until December! But, when I find the perfect dog, (http://c.websiteanimal.com/#/soldpups/4522286336) he pitches a fit about the cost only for a moment before saying, "That's your Christmas present, then."

And Nealie? Nealie talks and talks and gives us a run for our money. New words this week include shoes, bubbles, thank you (maybe...), and here you go (maybe...). Her hair seems to be growing out blonder and blonder and the back jumps up into the cutest little curls.

I couldn't have wished for a better turn-out -- my family's the best. If I had written the script I would have left the best parts out.