Poor, little 1/2pint has picked up chicken pox and has been feeling under the weather all week. He's not got the worst case I've ever seen but he's got a few patches that are in hard to treat places and are irritating him.
In the nicest possible way, I'm glad he's got it this young. Fingers crossed in a few weeks he will have totally forgotten about it and the small scars will fade to nothing.
So anyway, his fever has subsided and his appetite is returning so we took the dog out for a little walk, to try and get a bit of fresh air after being stuck in the house for a few days.
He even felt up to a bit of "exploring", which is always a good sign his recovery is heading in the right direction.
Unfortunately his nursery's sickness policy states he has to be home till the blisters scab over. So I guess I better think of something interesting to do tomorrow, because I can't spend another single second sat in front of the television.
