Full Speed turned 8 last week. I’d like to say it was uneventful. I’d also like to say that my boys are calm. It’s just isn’t possible.
It started off fantastic. We celebrated Full Speed in a myriad of ways. We had dinner with family, cupcakes at school, presents galore and planned to head to the beach for the weekend. My personal highlight was when Full Speed’s birthday wish was, “I hope T.Puzzle’s birthday can be just as awesome as mine.”
Once we were at the beach, before we made it even out the door to the ocean, we had to make a quick detour to urgent care. T.Puzzle had a swollen ear that need to be looked at. Two hours and an antibiotic later, we were cleared for action. I have to admit, playing soccer ocean side is pretty awesome even if your skill level is questionable at best (like mine!). Both boys played with their usual intensity. You wouldn’t have thought anything was amiss. That is until we hit midnight and Mad Dog and T.Puzzle set out for a late night ER adventure (T.Puzzle developed uncontrollable chills, spiked a fever and seemed a mess). Turns out he had bronchitis to boot. The next morning he recounted crazy tales of having to pee in a cup (he thought this was ridiculously funny) and there was not one single person at CVS besides the pharmacist (imagine that! 3am isn’t a happening time for crowds).
All in all, Full Speed declared birthday number 8 as being one of the best on record (he only was sort of concerned about his brother’s health status) and T.Puzzle has made a full and quick recovery. Mad Dog and I took a little longer to recover. Thankfully, the Buckeyes pulled out a miraculous win on Saturday before we left. Otherwise, that would have been the longest ride home of my life. Go Bucks!