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Thursday, June 21, 2007 Our Holiday Curse, Bad Mood Dude, Familybits

Father’s Day itself went swimmingly, with a wonderful dinner at mom’s with my stepbrother, sister-in-law, and nephew from Toyko, plus a niece from Santa Cruz, mom and step dad, Phil, three kids, and me.

That’s a lot of people to have to call three days later to notify them of a raging case of shingles in one of the dinner guests.

Have I mentioned that neither the children nor I have ever had Chicken Pox? And that I had the vaccine in 1996, Logan had it in 1998, and that it’s time for boosters? And that the CDC has now gone back to their original position recommending immunization at 12 months and 4-6 years? Read for yourself.

So, we had lots to talk about at the Pediatrician’s office while we were this morning, watching her do minor surgery on Dylan’s tick bite that was not healing but growing bigger and angrier and, well, more and more unwelcome.

To recap: two hours in the examining room, seventeen brawls, minor surgery, antibiotics, a CDC fact sheet, and a trip to McDonald’s, all before noon.

Some people actually think you have to die to glimpse Hell.

P.S.  No fewer that three moms, including the Pediatrician, complimented my new “World’s Best Mom when my kids are in school” t-shirt. None of this was lost on Logan, who thinks it makes them look bad. I say, no, it’s just that when they’re at school, we miss them so much that we’re extra good moms. *cough*