Today we were at the doctor's office (for the fourth time in a little over two weeks). This appointment was for Little Man's skin, which looks HORRIBLE. Every time the doctor came near him, Baby Girl started (screaming) crying. Apparently she remembered how much she hated the doctor examining her last week and felt the need to protect her brother from the same. Silly girl.
Earlier in the morning we were all brushing our teeth. Little Man started whining. I asked him if his "boo boos" hurt (referring to his terrible looking skin). No. I asked if anything else hurt. No. I asked why he was crying. No. I asked if he was crying just because he liked to cry. Yes. Well, at least he's honest about it!
Little Man loves to tell me I have three babies. When he did so this morning, I asked him who my three babies were. He said "Me! Baby Sissy!"...pause...Baby Girl chimed in with "DaDA!". She's learning early.
I'm already starting to be amazed at how much Baby Girl understands. If you ask her to find a ball, she does. If you ask her to go get her doll, she does. The other night, I mentioned it was time to brush our teeth and she walked to the bathroom door and tried to open it. Smarty pants!
So, in case you're keeping up with our endless saga of sicknesses...Little Man's diagnosis today was Impetigo and Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. He was cultured for bacterial infections because his butt and throat are pretty red and there are some sores in his mouth that don't look like typical Hand, Foot, and Mouth. We'll find out tomorrow or Thursday if any of those come back positive. Yuck, yuck, and yuck. Looks like we're avoiding other children for another week. And I'm Lysol/bleaching EVERYTHING in an attempt to keep Baby Girl from getting it. Of course, she's already been exposed to it for a while now, so there's a good chance no amount of cleaning will make a difference.
In case you're curious, here are some pictures of what Impetigo and Hand, Foot, and Mouth look like when they combine forces. In one word, AWFUL. This isn't even showing the worst places - his knees, ankle, butt, and elbows.
And a picture of sweet Baby Girl "reading" on the couch. She climbs up there regularly now and jumps off - literally jumps, not climbs.