Quinn's chickenpox seems to be progressing well. She's not exactly happy, but not too irritable, and she doesn't mind when I call her Spot. On Saturday, it was 73°F and we went to the National Arboretum. We figured an out-of-doors location like that would help minimize the chance of Quinn spreading the pox to others, but it was quite crowded — especially for early January. We found ourselves having to warn away little kids and families on several occasions.
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
Spot
Quinn's chickenpox seems to be progressing well. She's not exactly happy, but not too irritable, and she doesn't mind when I call her Spot. On Saturday, it was 73°F and we went to the National Arboretum. We figured an out-of-doors location like that would help minimize the chance of Quinn spreading the pox to others, but it was quite crowded — especially for early January. We found ourselves having to warn away little kids and families on several occasions.
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chickenpox
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