The Pox!

The pox...

It started with one spot. 

One very large spot. 

The spot taunted us for two days with its solidarity.

"There'd be more if it was chicken pox though wouldn't there?" my husband and I debated with each other.

And then more came.

Then some more.

Spreading across her face and torso.

They are still coming.






Poorly girl.

Poorly timed (luckily two essay extensions granted).

On a positive note, I'd totally forgotten how easy looking after just one child is! We've had such lovely time together which is so very rare these days.

I only hope the pox passes quickly and with little irritation for the girl.

I might have cabin fever by the end of the week. Wish me luck!