The Final Patient

As much as we had hoped that the baby wouldn't get chicken pox, Deacon is in the middle of the worst of it. All three boys went through it and each case was even more pitiful than the last. Hopefully after this everyone will be of good health and we can finally come out of our isolation.

- C

The Band Perry on Pi Day

These two things don't really have anything in common except for the fact that this afternoon Heather has been making pizza pies and chocolate pie to commemorate today's date, and all the while she has had this song playing on repeat.

Also, I think this would be a good song to play at a funeral, and pie would be a good dessert to serve at a funeral. Mostly though, we just wanted to share these two things in case you didn't already know about them (plus it's a day off, which explains why I have posted three times in two days).

- C

So much for the good news

Tyson was up 3 times last night because of his itchy chicken pox. Heather ended up going down and sleeping on the couch with him at 4am but even then he was waking up periodically to cry. I don't think his case is as bad as Mason's, but he seems to lack Mason's longsuffering, and is therefore having a rougher time of it. He is also having difficulty resisting the urge to scratch, "I'm not scratching, I'm rubbing."

I took this picture of him after this morning's baking soda bath because earlier at breakfast he had said, "Are you going to blog about this? You can if you want to."

It seems he noticed the special attention Mason received.

- C

As Requested

Auntie Jewel reminded us that we haven't posted in a while and that we probably should change the photo to one that isn't so sad. Mason is back to 100% his normal self, likely due to the icecream and chocolate bar get-well gifts from his thoughtful aunts.

But the sweetest person has to be his cousin Mya who made him one of her famous Owls, complete with a camouflage dinosaur pattern - no one could have picked out a more perfect material for Mason! It is such a special gift that it's somehow exempt to the one-stuffy-at-the-table limit that I have imposed on him since Santa brought him baby Sully from Disneyland two years ago. The above picture is of Sully and "Mr. Cutie Patootie" (Mason named him), in their usual spot.

Here are a couple photos from our trip to Edmonton two weeks ago. The kids loved the hotel and the pool and enjoyed eating out at an Indian restaurant. The buffet featured some sort of cilantro tandoori chicken wings, and Mason surprised us all with how many he ate.




It's nice to look back at some photos of when everyone was healthy and happy, because my next post will probably be another sad one... Tyson now has chicken pox on his tummy, back, and face. They aren't as bad as Mason's were, and he has excitedly verified several times that he doesn't have to go to school tomorrow, but they just started yesterday so they might get worse. And at any rate, we're out of rootbeer ice cream... so....


- C

Quaranteen

One of the kids brought home a case of chicken pox from school last week. Ella is OK because she has had them already, but we are expecting Tyson and Deacon to develop them soon. Mason has a full-blown case and even has them inside his mouth and throat. Heather has been giving him baking soda baths and calamine lotion and he has been getting a lot of ginger ale (flat) and popsicles. Along with those treatments, he has had a vacation from school and is getting much more video game time than we would normally allow.

If it wasn't for these chickenpox, this could have been the best week of his life

- C