Ok, I know. I suck at NaBloPoMo. I could use the excuse of chicken pox, but the truth is that River didn’t need much extra mothering at all! He barely acted sick, didn’t complain of itching, didn’t make his pox bleed from scratching, and overall felt ok. Perhaps he slept a bit longer than usual, and I sure did let him watch WAY more movies than is normal for us. But, on the whole, it was a MUCH easier experience than I had prepared myself for. He still has some scabbed-over pox that are healing, but nothing more.

I don’t have any pictures of his chicken pox, since he was adamant that he did NOT want a picture taken.

In total, we exposed 4 kiddos who came over to play and share a lollypop. We’ll know in a few weeks if it worked. I have my fingers crossed for them.

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In other news, I found out this morning that my father’s father died yesterday. He lives in Florida, and I haven’t seen him since I was 3 or so. My dad isn’t very close to him, either. We knew he was sick and in the hospital. Just odd to think about. My only living grandparent is now my mother’s father, who I would never let near my family. He sexually and physically abused about half of my aunts. He lives far, far away, thankfully.

I never grew up with ‘real’ grandparents. I’m grateful that River knows all four of his grandparents, and two (my mom and dad) live within about an hour of him, and my parents are young enough that I expect they will be a part of his life for a very long time. Yes, for this I am grateful.