Harley was really sick last week with what ended up being roseola. She ran high fever for five days and then broke out in an awful rash. Her brothers seem to bring everything home from the petri dish known as preschool. Or now maybe she will know I'm not kidding when I tell her not to lick the basket at Target.
She finally feels better and it is safe to say that she is pretty much back to her normal, silly self. I think we might have a wild one on our hands. I'm so happy to have this crazy girl back. (And yes, I'm aware her crib needs to be lowered)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)




No comments:
Post a Comment