I didn't. But Sunday morning, I think I caught Jenn counting the spots. Worrying is in her blood. She can't help it. So to alleviate fears, we took him to Urgent Care. The staff was great, we didn't have to wait long and before you knew it everyone was in love with Avi. Professional opinion: Virus. Not to worry.
I didn't. But poor Jenn, "They look worse" and "Don't you think they're spreading." Sigh. But I'm grateful that we have each other. Because I'm probably too laid back and she has the worry gene, so together, I think we make a good pair. A good pair of mothers for our boy. On Monday, I took him to our Naturopath. Professional opinion: Virus - Atypical Hand Foot and Mouth Disease*. (Just like great grandpa diagnosed via a photo sent on our iphone). Keep him away from pregnant women and other kidlets. Prescribed a homeopathic and some herbs. Not to worry.
|Spots can't bring me down!|
So, we've been quarantined. Missing our friends, play dates, going away dinners, hiking dates, African singing class, and more. Yet, it's been kinda nice. No agenda. No place to be. It's
Ate smoothie popsicles and played with $1.25 yard sale finds.
Made friends with a ladybug.
Found some fresh air and sunshine.
And made some red spots of our own!
While all that time to ourselves has been nice and refreshing and forced us to slow.... I'm looking forward to spending time with our friends again. Quarantine is only good for so long.