I had originally thought that the Pizza was to blame for Max’s upheaval.  But he quickly developed a fever of 100.5 degrees and kept it for many hours.  Luckily, so we thought, the Perez home has a finished basement and we could keep Max segregated from the rest of the kids.  He stayed down there sleeping all day and had just bits of bread and water (he couldn’t stand the grape Pedialyte).

Friday was the main day that the other members of the clan arrived.  In all, there were 28 Carswell relations * at the Perez house.  This included 9 kids (5 under 4).  We didn’t see many of them until Saturday.  Friday was spent recovering for both Max and me.

On Saturday, Max was feeling good enough that he and I went with Sam and Rob to Sam’s horseback riding lesson.  It is Kentucky, after all, it is almost a requirement that one know how to ride a horse.  The instructor had arranged to have a horse available for Max to ride.  Unfortunately, because of his illness, we had not told him about the horse ride until the last minute.  We did not have a chance to prepare him and build it up.  He ended up just watching.  Sam looked soooo tiny up on the gigantic horse that she was riding.

Saturday night, we had reserved a back room at a local ‘Kentucky style’ dining establishment.  They had a hot brown on the menu.  I enjoy by bi-annual hot brown sandwich.  It is a turkey and ham sandwich covered in melted cheese with tomatoes (not for me, though).  It has some sort of cheese sauce in the middle that is just decadent.  Rob calls it a ‘heart-attack on a plate’. 

* – including one boyfriend – the asterisk.