It wouldn’t be a holiday out of town for the Stinkerbean clan without a trip to the closest urgent care center. Lolo awoke at 5 a.m. Christmas morning with a fever, some red spots on her stomach and back and a wicked cough. Since everything except for Walgreen’s was closed, she was soothed by juice, Motrin, and lots and lots of presents from Santa. (The hotdog and cheese brought by room service for dinner wasn’t bad either.) I was soothed by in-room coffee and gossip mags.
(I knew she wasn’t feeling well when she actually wanted to sleep in our bed. Normally, she only agrees to get in our bed so she can order us out to play.)
The spots eventually went away so our biggest fears of chicken pox were allayed but she definitely had an ear infection and some sort of upper respiratory infection.
As usual, she made it through in good spirits fueled by the attention thrown at her from both sets of grandparents. It was wonderful to see everyone and be able to get out of town for a bit.
The cold in the Northeast is unbearable right now. Frigid. Bone Chilling. So cold it makes me whine. You can’t be outside for more than the quick run from the car to the house. So we’ve been hunkered down inside with a lot of homemade entertainment like paper bag puppets, finger paint and dollhouse play. Yes, Lolo received the much anticipated dollhouse which we managed to conceal in the car on the way down South. When she received it, she was completely nonchalant like she knew it was coming and had already played with it in her dreams. (Pictures worshiping the dollhouse are forthcoming.)
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