the irrational rash on the trip to grandma and grandpas and the greatest fireworks ever

This weekend we made a trip to West Fargo, with lots of things on the agenda. It never quite works out the way we plan... but then, we plan for that too.

Friday afternoon we headed out of town. We got to my parent's new house just in time to throw our stuff down, slam a beer, and get everyone out the door to get to the county pit to see the 'greatest fireworks show on earth'.

Seriously. According to twitter, facebook, and all of my family, the World Firework Federation (or whatever they are called) are the best ever. I even had a co-worker ask if I saw them while in town. She knows what's up.

After a much anticipated 8:30 start time, and an actual 10:30 start time, they finally got the show going. And it was admitedly pretty decent. I watched most of it from the car with Kiley. Winter is already coming to Fargo--it was COLD!

Jaxon was well-equipped though with his earmuffs and his dump truck. Just in case.

I will never forget the dance moves Jaxon showed us that night. So awesome.

So Friday was the first time I think my kids have seen midnight. You would think they would sleep in a little bit, right??

6:30 Saturday morning... Jaxon's up because he fell off the couch at Grandma and Grandpa's (he's too big to sleep in the pack n play now); (okay, you would think most kids would outgrow the pack n play by age 2); (but I like to live in denial and teach that to my kids).

7:00 Kiley is up... with an unidentified rash. All over her body. It looked like ebola. We thought we might have to call the CDC. But I called the nurseline instead. She told me it was probably an ezcema flare-up and to give her a bath...

Well, after lots of running around, naps, etc. it was finally dinner time. We noticed Kiley hadn't eaten much all day, was super crabby, and her rash was spreading. Though we hadn't yet quarantined ourselves, we were beginning to think something was off with her.

And since we'd already met our deductible earlier this year... we decided on a two hour ER trip.

Seriously. What a poor decision. Next time, remind me that ER's are for disjointed shoulders, painful cramps, and COPD flareups (all of which were part of our Fargo ER visit).

After a printed definition of 'viral rash' and an all clear to be in public, we left feeling a little foolish, tired, and mostly glad that we didn't need to break out hazmat suits. We came to find out however, that two of the kids at daycare had Hand Foot and Mouth Disease. Sounds scary huh? Probably what Kiley has too.

Anyway, that is a long winded post... Now to a couple of funny moments:

On Friday night, Goldie asked Jaxon how old he was. I heard him as I was going up the stairs say, 'I'm three. But two at the movie theater.' Spilling our secrets!

We also were able to get the kids to pose for a few shots before heading out for a walk...

They were being pretty silly, egging each other on as they tend to do now. It's humorous and annoying all at the same time. The annoying part comes into play when you are trapped in a car together for five hours. The humorous part happens when you're at someone else's house and you can pretend like you need to use the restroom because you know grandma and grandpa will watch your kids.

And that was our trip to Fargo, in a nutshell.