Transformation

It started out a typical Sunday morning.

 

 

Lounging around and snacking on raspberries and blackberries. 

 

Snacking?  Or sneaking?  Or both. 

 

The afternoon was filled with Disney talk and dividing out trading pins. 

(Little Miss Sassypants showing off her bling.)

 

And then out of nowhere, our little miss sunshine faded.

 

She slept and slept and slept and woke with a 103.8 temperature. 

 

Drugs were pushed, cold bath was run, and snuggles were given.  But that temperature wasn't going to budge. 

 

She was miserable.  Momma was worried.  So it was off to the doctors where, in May, Holly was diagnosed with Influenza A. 

 

 

Highly contagious. 

 

Should really stay away from other children for a week. 

 

Basically - quarantine or so it felt.

 

But don't worry.  We had great quality time together.

 

 

Disclaimer:  No.  I did not make my sick child clean while she was home sick.  She chose to do that on her own.  I thought she was in the bathroom going potty but after a mysteriously long time I happened upon her doing this of her own accord.  I promise.