We drove up to Fayetteville last weekend for the Ole Miss game. My brother decided to catch a ride with us, something he may never do again. Why? Molars. McKenzie was cutting her second molar and she wanted all of us to know that she wasn't happy about it. She fussed and cried for almost the entire three hour trip. And she didn't stop there. For almost the entire weekend, she was not a happy little girl. Although, once we got her on a strict Tylenol/Motrin schedule, things got a bit better. Well, better for her. I was struck with a virus on Friday afternoon that included throwing up and some of the most painful body aches I've ever experienced. And for the trifecta, Brant caught the virus on Saturday morning and was out pretty much all day. It wasn't until Sunday morning that all three of us were feeling better. Brant and I were over the virus and we finally saw McKenzie's molar poking through so she was almost pain free. I'm sure my parents can't wait for us to come to town again!!
And this picture is from a lake weekend earlier this summer. A look back at happier times!
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