It's a Bird! It's a Plane! No, it's Drug Moth!

When your baby has been congested, boogery and goopy-eyed all week, go ahead and expect an ear infection...or two! Brady woke up pretty happy yesterday but as soon as we layed him down on his changing table he started screaming and it took us a while (and some Tylenol) to settle him back down. For those of you who know Brady the screaming thing is just not his usual deal. So we knew something was wrong.

First stop: CVS Minute Clinic where we stood in line for 5 minutes behind some very unhealthy-looking and technically-challenged folks. I'm sure the computerized sign-in station is fabulous for the clinic staff but MAN it ain't saving any time for those of us in line. Turns out the Minute Clinic is not for humans <18 months. So we were off to urgent care.

Urgent care is a popular place on a Saturday morning. We met an 8-yr old who'd sustained a bucket-inflicted injury, bucket-girl's little brother faking ill to regain some lost attention, and an injured senior returning for a tetanus shot. Luckily we were first in line because urgent care was severely understaffed at the open. After a 19.5-lb read out on the scale, normal vitals and a double ear-infection diagnosis, we grabbed our Zithromax prescription and headed back to CVS.

Now, administering antibiotic to Brady is just about our LEAST favorite thing to do. I'd rather take a rectal temp. The key to getting it down with the least amount of fussing, gagging and spitting is to employ the services of the Drug Moth. On any normal day, he's just a sweet little light-up butterfly. But when there's a child in need of prescription medicine he transforms into an insect that can get the job done.