While I Was Gone . . .

I just spent five glorious days with my mom in St. George, Utah. More on that once-in-a-lifetime trip later.

While I was out of town, major things happened around here. Biggest of all was this:

When I reached into my bag Sunday morning to turn my phone's sound back on, I saw the above image from home. Eve had chicken pox.

Seriously?

 She had the immunization.

 Have you ever seen a sadder, more pathetic face?

This was her face when she was talking to me on the phone and crying that I would be home "tomorrow."

 Brad promised that he didn't make her face look like that.

Few of the pox actually fully developed into weeping, crusty sores. I guess that's the benefit of the vaccine? Shorter duration, less intense, perhaps, although the website says that, "You can still get chickenpox if you have been vaccinated against the disease. But it is usually milder with less than 50 blisters and little or no fever." At last count, Eve had over 300 red dots.

When I got home, she was feeling a little bit better. The facial welts were much smaller, and she seemed to be feeling better--no fever and not too much itchiness.

Now she's just mad that she can't play with friends for a few days.  Fun Spring Break, huh?

It's nothing popcorn, a snuggle from her big brother, and a little Frozen can't fix.