Impetigo Is For the Birds

Birdie Brigade, the source of Our Birdie's incessantly running left nostril has been deemed impetigo, one of the illnesses that seems to be coincide with the advent of spring in your preschool hot zones.  She had a sore in the corner of her mouth (that actually cleared up) that was all part and parcel of the same. Strep was on a tear in the preschool rooms and we were reminded that impetigo is a close cousin.  Birdie is on penicillin for it and after just the first dose even seemed so much better--her nose has stopped running, she's less cranky, and she just looks better, you know? Ted took her to the doctor this morning, but the old split-the-day trick where whichever parent was home in the morning goes to work in the afternoon while the other parent does the reverse did not work since both Julie and Ted needed to be at work in the afternoon.  So we did the oh-didn't-you-know?-it's-bring-your-child-to-work day! trick. Ted dropped Clara off with Julie around two-thirty, and Clara spent an hour and a half quietly looking at books, coloring in her new Princess Sofia coloring book, examining the rocks from Orient Point on Julie's desk, eating a chocolate chip cookie and, as it turns out, three wint-o-green Lifesavers--at one time.  She said they were "spicy." Clara was not a fan of the commute home.  Julie really couldn't blame her; it is a total drag. Julie thinks it was mostly the commute that caused Clara to start bellowing about five blocks from White House what turned out to be "I'm going to cough all over the floor," by which she meant vomit. Julie figured this out after pulling over, throwing on her hazard lights, getting out of the car, and opening the back door nearest Biride.  Julie somehow realized that Clara didn't have the word vomit and was trying to communicate with the words she did have.  Clara did, in fact, cough all over the floor, only it was really into Julie's water cup because Julie figured out the code in time.  Julie was car sick not infrequently as a child and today's commute was rather stop and go, so it could have been just that. Or the antibiotic.  Or the three wint-o-green Lifesaves.  But at any rate, Our Birdie appears to be on the mend.