Fever

Internets, we made it. We drove to Edmonton with a one year old and we didn’t drive off a cliff or strangle each other or go deaf from the ear shattering shrieks emitting from the backseat.

We had planned to stay overnight with my sister in Vancouver, then leave early in the morning and truck all the way to Edmonton, but as we got off the ferry Adam looked at me and said, “I think I can do it. I’m in the zone.”

In his eyes was a gleam, a steely sort of determination that I had seen a few times before, and I knew that resistance was futile.

So, we did it!

Pros: Olive slept the entire time, except the hour before we got to our friends house, and that hour was like eighteen hours, that poor girl was so OVER the car seat and I don’t blame her one bit.

Cons: um… We drove OVERNIGHT. With the driving at night and the heavy eyes and the quick one hour roadside naps with semis rolling past every two minutes. I don’t think we’d repeat this situation, not for us.

We are staying with friends with a two and a half year old and a six month old, and Olive is in heaven with so much entertainment.

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The day after we got here she came down with a fever and it was terrifying. We have been really lucky and she’s never been sick before so to see her so uncomfortable and hot, with skin on fire and rosy cheeks, to tired to even shriek at full volume, it was scary.

I think she’s recovered, although her sleeping is still erratic, with some nights up till midnight squealing with delight and some days (like today lord help me) she’s up at 6:30am. These babies are running the place.

Saturday we leave Livvie at my brothers for our friends’ wedding, and I get to dress like a real person in high heels and makeup and eat dinner at a real table with BOTH HANDS. I might never go back! This is a big deal for someone who’s major accomplishment most days is getting dressed and going to tie grocery store.

(P.S. I may have gotten Olive a coat that bears a striking resemblance to my own. I…I don’t know what to say about this disturbing trend. It’s out of control and I need to stop [I can’t stop])