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Jackson had scarlet fever over the weekend. Not fun. All is well now and he is doing fine. In fact, his biggest concern was a throat culture and a hospital gown covered in sleeping tigers. But a few stories and Thomas the Train stickers cured most of it.

Jackson woke from his nap this afternoon with a 102 degree fever. No fun. Some Motrin, water and a few cuddles later he started playing a little in his room.* Trying to narrow down symptoms, I started asking him what hurts. "Does your stomach hurt? "Yes. It's mad at me." *The Motrin has really seemed to help. With it, his fever is currently down.

After fighting down a fever for two days and seemingly feeling back to normal, Jack headed to school Monday with what appeared to be good health… …only to be "carded" by 9 a.m. The giant, orange card screams from the front of our fridge that he can't return until later in the week. It seemed he'd had a few episodes of a … shall we say ... unattractive "symptom." With no family nearby, we are the parents that have to battle the PTO nightmare with our jobs. Who takes this shift? Who has the least hectic day? Who has PTO to spare? Eric was ready for an afternoon shift but the kid had to head home, asap. Monday and Tuesday are my busiest days so our schedules wreak havoc. Much like the havoc that was happening in Jack's tummy. I race to collect the boy, who’s happy demeanor belied his turbulent belly. Winning personality or not, fact was - he'd been kicked out. Once home, I start to whip up elements of the classic B.R.A.T. diet and Eric has called to say...