On Friday I ran from destination to destination of both obligations and unexpected events. Sometimes I feel like I am spinning! One of the unexpected was a trip to see Dr. Grauke. I thought Ivan might have chicken pox, but it ended up being Impetigo. Unfortunately, I knew nothing about this that might help us. I have since learned that, "It is very contagious, " is somewhat of an understatement. I immediately instituted a
DON'T TOUCH THE BABY rule. Shortly after that it had to change to
DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING rule. Madeline showed up with four spots that mostly went away after 2 antibiotic treatments and Fiona Grace has two spots. Unfortunately for her, one on her face and one on her thumb-sucking hand. So...the baby is wearing little baby mittens and searching for alternatives to thumb sucking (like mitten covered fist sucking). Bodies are completely covered and we are doing the rotating of antibacterial baths and benedryl with 5 doses of antibiotic in between to the older kids. I tend to be overboard in the area of germs, so I am not sure how this snuck in, but I think it is on its way out again. Thank the Lord for doctors, washers, and bleach.

Ivan is the most cheerful sick kid in the world and pretty much refuses to be told he is sick. Notice his gloved hand. I like to call him the Rogue Master. He just wishes he were called Spiderman.

We all stayed home from church this morning. To make the atmosphere cheery we had Madeline make some special Menus. We had a 4-course breakfast including carrot-apple juice, fruit platter, fancy eggs and sausage, blueberry scones and tea or coffee. Deacon and I cooked together, which is always fun to me. He is the better breakfast cook (he made some awesome scones). After breakfast, we read some Narnia and headed back to bed. Even sick days can be good times to remember.