Poor Frances. During Frances's February school vacation week, Chandler had a high fever (over 104 degrees at one point) and was a Class A Fussopotamus. No one was sleeping very much and mom was more than a little strung out. Frances really was a trooper, sitting quietly through several phone calls to the doctors and an office visit.
The only place both kids were happy was in the bath tub. Even Rody got in on the act. It was the first bath Rody's had in three years, so he probably liked it too.
A blessed smile.
I suppose bathing a healthy kid and sick kid together is of questionable merit, but I figured Frances really couldn't be any more exposed to Chandler than she already was. The doctor wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but between Auntie Jocelyn and Dr. Internet and a rash that eventually emerged, I decided it was roseola. Not the worst, but I still don't recommend it.
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