Wednesday, September 13, 2006



No, it's not a radio station.

It was the reading on the thermometer when I officially became worried.

The diagnosis is Roseola, and the worst- at least healthwise - is over. Now if she can stand the gawkers recoiling in horror she should be ok.

I'm sure we shared our germs with numerous unsuspecting souls, but hey, some unsuspecting soul shared with unsuspecting us. Pass the Motrin.

We got out for some fun for the first time in a week. The top shot was at the beginning. The one below was at the end.

Needless to say, she's still a bit wiped;)

Check the flickr for the other photos.


Blogger Southern Fried Girl said...

She is so cute. Poor darlin sick as a little pup though, huh? Does she at least wanna snuggle when sick?

8:57 PM  
Blogger MMC said...

Yes, that was the other hallmark: she's NOT a cuddler normally, gotta be moving all the time, no time to be still, ever. For 3 days I had her steaming little body literally draped across me, wimpering. It was awful.

9:02 PM  
Blogger TBG said...

Well I hope she is feeling better. Poor baby!

Wow that is so scary...

10:28 PM  
Blogger Kami said...

Yeah, that's about when I'd crap a watermelon. Poor baby...

1:10 AM  
Blogger Random and Odd said...

give that baby some hug from her weird auntie kristine in California.

2:58 PM  
Blogger Carrie said...

Poor baby!! Sorry to hear she was ill! She's still adorable as all get out though. :)

11:58 AM  
Blogger Lucky Lum said...

sick babies are not much fun. but she sure is cute!

11:24 AM  

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