I’ve been blessed up to this point when it comes to that icky virus being in my house. We’ve never had it. Sure, we’ve had some nasty stuff, but never the real life, they-make-you-put-a-mask-on-your-child-and-walk-you-out-the-back-door-of-the-clinic kind of flu.
Apparently, it hasn’t really hit AZ yet. In fact, London is our pediatrician’s office first confirmed case this year.
Where is my prize? I don’t think I should have to pay my co-pay as a reward.
That day, I caught Brooklyn drinking out of London’s cup several times.
The next day, Brooklyn woke up with the flu. Surprise, surprise.
Daddy’s chair has been the place to be. The girls rotate sitting in it. It’s closest to the TV, which has had a steady stream of Bubble Guppies, Max and Ruby, and Peppa Pig on.
Sometimes they share.
We are on Day 4 for London, Day 2 for Brooklyn.
No end in sight for either of them.
Hopefully the rest of us are spared. I don’t have much hope for myself since I’m Mom and therefore all up in their business, but we’ve done a good job keeping Jackson away.
Keep my little loves in your thoughts and prayers.