Gearing Up

Oy, so we've pretty much all had strep in some form or another this past week. I was REALLY hoping Peter wouldn't get it, knowing how impossible it is to get him to take medicine. (Also because we're leaving on a road trip to Utah for vacation in a few days. We've never taken a road trip of this magnitude before, and I think I'm finally mentally coming to terms with it. It's going to be intense, but I think we're as ready as we can be, plus I'm just excited to get out there.) So a few days ago, it started to get really bad. Peter's been drooling through several shirts a day, never swallowing, waking up all night whimpering, and has red welts all through his mouth. Poor guy. I called the doctor, who was nice enough to just write us a prescription without another appointment. But that first episode with the medicine wasted three doses....seriously? He would rather hold a full dose in his mouth indefinitely than swallow. He was screaming, spitting, struggling, and all Paul and I could do was laugh. Especially when through all of this he sobbed, "I...DON'T...WANT...TO...GO...TO...UTAH!" We felt horrible. Especially that we had threatened as much if he didn't.
So around 6:00 this morning, through some miracle, the boys came into our room with a plan (I think Benjamin must have heard our frustrations the night before) to mash the medicine into some frozen blueberries.....and Peter took it! I still have no idea what to do about the missing doses.
I guess I found it funny because I distinctly remember being just as difficult as a child. Same with Paul, so I guess we had it coming!  I have no idea where Benjamin came from. He takes the syringe, zaps the stuff into his mouth, swallows it immediately, then takes a swig of water. No struggle whatsoever. It's times like these that I really love that boy! I love all my children, but there's something really magical about growing up.