My poor little chicken.

What a terrible discovery this morning. While helping my almost 3 year old son, little mister William, get dressed I found a mysterious blister on his thigh. "Humm, strange" I said. Then checking for anything else, I realized that maybe those spots under his armpit weren't mosquito bites like I just assumed (because of the two ravenous mosquitoes that were in his room two nights before)... they didn't look like that last night in the bath either. We haven't changed anything in our routine, so what could it be?

I called my mom, you know, just to see what she thought it could be. ... "what about chicken pox?" she suggested. OH GREAT! that's what it is... poor kid. But he's not itching, and has no fever.... A Google search comes next. He had the chicken pox shot a few months ago, ( I waited an extra year to give him the shot, 'cause I was trying to be a good mom and not give him something he didn't really need. But after my mom kept telling me how bad I had it, I decided to go ahead with it.) so I knew he couldn't get a terrible case, but he could still get it. Boy oh boy, those pictures of chicken pox covered little children are terrible.... William does not look even half as bad as them. But, unfortunately, I am 85% sure my poor little chicken has the pox.

I made a call to the doctor to discuss the symptoms, and made an appointment just to really diagnose him tomorrow morning. This weekend isn't going to be much fun... I just hope my 9 month old chicken noodle Sofia doesn't get it too.

P.S. Daddy never had chicken pox as a kid... I should buy him one of those white sanitary suits to wear when he's home.

William and Sofia ~ March of this year.