Our sick little Burbujitas

The last couple weeks have been a little difficult as we had to endure Andrew's worst illness to date. The doctor labelled it a "gastro virus", I simply call it endless diahrea. We had to change his diaper almost every two hours for 8 days straight and the worst part of it was that his bum got so red and sore that it made the diaper changes extremely painful for the poor little thing. Thank goodness I had Abuelita here to help as it took the two of us to change him several times. And she made a special loin cloth for him, which helped give his poor little bottom some air to heal. Although he remained his adorable self, he became increasingly ridden with separation anxiety and freaked out whenever momma left his side. Once he finally recovered from the virus, he came down with a mid-grade fever that wouldn't go down. Since there were no other symptoms other than fever, we concluded that it must be due to teething...and he now has one and a half teeth, so at 11 months and one day, he's bound to get a whole bunch all at once. Nevertheless, we kept a close eye on him, and even brought him into our bed to sleep at night so that we could monitor his temperature throughout the night.
Fever gone, diahrea gone, on Sunday, Daddy and I had our first real date in a very, very loooong time...and it was amazing! We started the day off with a 10K race in Grasse, the famous village where most of the French perfume is made. Our race packet even included a free bottle of perfume/cologne, which I happen to absolutely love. The course was stunningly beautiful, in the picturesque and very mountainous region of the south of France. From there, we went home, showered and got ready for a play at the little theatre in old town. It is the only English production of the season so we were very happy to be able to attend. Afterwards, we walked through the old town and waited until 7:00pm when the kitchens open in the local restaurants and had the most amazing French dinner, complete with 3 courses, wine and of course plenty of French bread. Andrew was a saint for his Abuelita that day (or so she tells us anyway!) and he slept through the night that very same day. A perfect ending to a perfect day!