November 5, 2009
We spent today playing the Is My Kid Sick? or Is My Kid Not Sick? game. Raise your hand if you’ve played that one. Raise your hand if you think it’s fun.
Yeah. Me neither.
She had a rash on her neck that looked a lot like the one last spring when she had Fifth Disease. She was slightly warm, but I never did get a decent temperature reading because she’s not interested in having a thermometer stuck in her bum (can’t blame her) and our ear thermometer has a dead battery. And on top of the rash and the fever, she was SUPER CRANKY MISERABLE TODDLER GIRL. Not only did she not even want to eat her yogurt at breakfast- and trust me, she ALWAYS wants to eat her yogurt- she had an epic fit about it.
I took her to the doctor this afternoon, but of course by then her rash had faded a little bit and she had taken a nap so her attitude was better.
(Seriously: why does that ALWAYS happen? When you schedule the appointment, the kid is droopy on the couch, so miserable and sick and then by the time you get to the doctor’s office, the kid is chipper and silly and giggling about playing with the train. WTH.)
The doctor said it was nothing to be worried about, possibly a reaction to something on her clothes or a new product. Which… I don’t know. I can’t think of a single new thing she’s been exposed to that would cause something like a rash plus a fever. And she’s never had very sensitive skin, even as a baby. But doctor says. Plus, even if it is Fifth Disease again, there’s nothing we can actually do about it. So as long as she’s sleeping okay and not bothered by the rash, then I guess we’re good. We’ll see how she does tonight and tomorrow morning.
Due to the drama of the day, our morning plans of grocery shopping were blown out the window (hey, WE HAD PLANS, YO.) So instead, we lounged in our jammies and Maggie took some pictures with my point-and-shoot.
Presenting Maggie’s debut exhibition as a photographer.
She just better keep her chubby little hands off my Rebel, is all I’m saying.