Well, it was inevitable really, wasn't it? Still at least we are now done with the pox and Willy is slowing regaining his former beauty, one healing scab at a time.
He was particularly troublesome at the height of the spots last week, waking in the night and howling then falling asleep spreadeagled in the middle of our bed wearing a very self-satisfied expression.
To celebrate our spot-free household we are off to the Christmas markets in Bruges on the train on Monday for two nights. Sofia has already said she doesn't want to go on a train, she wants to go on two planes to see her cousins. Which is a bit of bad luck, really.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Our poor little plague rat
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3 comments:
Poor Baby! And that goes for all for of you!
lots of love,
Annie
Hope you all had a nice time in Bruges despite Sofia not getting to go on 2 planes
Sofia's cousins will also be disappointed not to see her again :) Mind you - newest cousin, Lennox, is probably a bit too small to recognise or remember :)
At least Willy has a smile on in the photo despite the torment of all the spots.
Love Lolo
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