Friday night he started with a low grade fever, which peaked at 100.5, but he was able to sleep it off and there was no need for the ER, which was good because we didn't have car. We were planning on going up to visit family on Saturday, but I just didn't feel comfortable leaving home with the potential for the fever to come back, so Logan and I stayed home while Ryan and Parker ventured out for the rest of the weekend. Logan managed ok the rest of the weekend with low grade fever around 99.6. He was extra cranky and battled sleep, but otherwise, an uneventful weekend. I'll take it.

Today, Parker had to go for his annual check with the pediatrician. I'm pretty sure this is the first time in a year that Parker has been to the doctor, and last year did not go well. A year ago, he was hysterical over just having to take off his shirt. He has grown a ton in the past year. He did a GREAT job at the doctor and everything came out "perfect". It came time for the flu vaccine, and because Logan is on chemo, it was recommended that Parker not get the nasal mist vaccine and instead get the shot. Sorry Parker. He took it like a man, but afterwards milked it for all it's worth. You would have thought it was a gun shot and not a flu shot, the way he is acting. I know it is a traumatic thing for a kid (and some adults.... you know who you are) and it's not right to say it, but deep down part of me thinks, "It could be so much worse, if only you knew what your brother goes through every week." Instead, I praise him about how well he did and how strong and brave he was. It was difficult for him and that's all that matters.