So yesterday, Charlie was collapsing into tears at the drop of a hat and only eating soft foods. Every time he coughed, he'd grimace in pain. You can see where this is going, right?
I love, love, love having a pediatric practice with weekend hours. Dowlan got him to the doctor at 8 this morning. Yep, strep.
While he was gone, Dixie was whining, cranky and mean. After the third time she stomped off in tears for getting trouble for being mean to her sister, I thought to look in her throat.
They'll be seeing her at 9:50.
Melody is feeling quite fortunate to be without tonsils.