Well, we all survived the weekend, which is fairly impressive all things considered.
We even survived without too much stress or general crankiness.
Last Wednesday Ali woke up with a 102 degree fever. Elle had the same cold the week before so I knew how it was going to go.
Day 1 is fever and misery.
Day 2 is low fever and feeling fairly good while medicated.
Day 3 is 100% back to normal.
Thankfully, this whole process started on Wednesday since 'day 3' was the day Ali and I were scheduled to fly to DC for a wedding. We just squeaked in under the illness radar.
So we spend Wednesday snuggled up together watching Mickey. Thursday running errands and packing. When Friday comes, Ali is thrilled to be going on an airplane and so excited about all the other pieces of the adventure. We load up and head to the airport.
She LOVED the flight. LOVED IT!
The whole weekend was wonderful. She got a little cranky Saturday afternoon before the reception but she ended up not napping at all that day and really was a trooper through the whole thing.
She loved seeing my cousin in her wedding dress. He jaw literally dropped when the bride came down the aisle.
She loved dancing at the reception. We both danced and danced. It was so much fun. I love dancing and she was such a great little sidekick for the night.
The next day we enjoyed a beautiful walk outside.
And then Ali crashed on the way home. HARD.
We sat in our seats on the plane and had a snack while others were boarding. Before the plane was half full, she laid her head down on my lap and was asleep.
She slept the whole flight home. Take off. Turbulence. Landing. All of it.
I had to wake her at the gate when we arrived back in Atlanta.
It was a great weekend and some wonderful quality time with my girl.