Poor little Kirsten finally has the chickenpox. Monday morning she complained of not feeling well and headache and she had two little pox. She slept much of the day, but felt better in the evening when Matt and Mystie arrived with the boys to continue the twins' birthday celebration. This morning, her tummy and back were sprinkled with more pox, and by afternoon they were appearing on her neck, hairline, and down her legs. She felt quite well, however, and so I 've been having her do some schoolwork.
Hans and Jaeger arrived this afternoon, as usual, and given another exposure to the chickenpox. I'm sure in two weeks they will have their own spots!