Still challenged.

Sometime Sunday night Julia erupted in an alarming dispaly of red dots all over her head, chest, and back. So I got a bit of a shock Monday morning when the light started coming in the window and I could actually see her nursing -- all dotted up!

I spent Monday with all normal business suspended, narrowing down reasons, and trying to score a walk-in appointment.

Dr. S. confirmed our suspicion that it was an allergy thing and gave us a liquid antihistamine.

We've narrowed it down to three possibilites -- the red dye in the Children' s Tylenol we had given her the day before for the teething fever. A moth that flew into the house. Or the mulch at the church playground -- some people can't deal with pine/cedar type woods.

And now I know the helpless feeling of knowing something is the matter with my kid and not really being able to do anything. And this is with her just having rash and acting normally! If she'd been listless, lethargic, crying in pain -- yargh.

I told Paul having children would be like having our hearts running around outside of our bodies.

I was right. Sigh.