Pardon the not-so-flattering photos of our youngest girl. The beginning of November was when a long-lasting respiratory virus first decided to make its home at Chez Afelskie. Joe was its first victim followed very quickly by Mariana. Perhaps its a birthday virus, homing in on those born in November. Interestingly, I finally succumbed in December, my birthday month.
Mariana was very fevered in these photos and only looked somewhat presentable thanks to a handy-dandy combo of Tylenol and Advil.
This face says: give me Tylenol.
This face says: give me Advil.
Do you see it? Transformed by pharmaceuticals.
But, please don't mention it.
By the time we drew near the birthday cake, the fever had risen again and another dose of drugs was administered. They were just taking affect as the candles appeared.
Poor little girl. She actually lost four pounds due to this illness and there was no vomiting. Weight Watchers, you've got competition.
Here's to next year!
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