Hand Foot and Mouth

I took Maria to the doctor on Friday and it turns out she had Hand Foot and Mouth Disease, which is also known as the Coxsackie virus.  I called the doctor's office at like 8:01 Friday morning and I swear to the LORD, she was better at like 8:02 and I thought, great, now I have to drive across town and pay a copay for them to say she's fine.  But off we went and her temperature was 98.5, but when the doctor checked her out, he found blisters in her throat.  This explains why she didn't eat or drink much but man - she is a tough cookie.  It seems like everyone I know that's had this has been really sick!  Her doctor told me that she had had it for so long that she'd probably be fine and she was, so that's good.  We had Veronica's birthday party yesterday and Maria was perfectly healthy for it.

I suppose we're lucky that she was healthy for Veronica's party because BOY OH BOY was she difficult.  For the most part, she's fine, but if Veronica weren't as giving as she is, it would have been much more painful.  My mother had bought a lot of stuff for the party, including party hats and Veronica had the purple one.

Look at her face!  Maria wanted the purple one, so Veronica GAVE it to her and took the pink one, but Maria wanted the purple one AND the pink one too!  And it was VERONICA'S birthday party!  There were one hundred incidents like this, she lost at Cinderella Bingo and was FURIOUS that someone else won.  On and on she was like this but in between she was adorable and sweet.  It's hard, I bet, being four and having it be four months past your birthday, which happens to be in the winter, and seeing your little sister have a party.  I mean, I understand it but it's tiring.

Tonight she got sick  but I think it was just from eating too much junk and too little rest.  She fell asleep, woke up, and got sick and said "Now I can't go to school?".  She is a girl obsessed!  Stay tuned, but I bet she's fine tomorrow.  I hope so, she only has this week and next week and then she's finished for the summer.  Then in the fall she'll start PRE-K, which is how I'm thinking of it.  It cheers me to think of it that way, right?  It's not Yet Another Year of Preschool, it's PRE-K!