My Cheeky Girl

I always thought that rosy cheeks were a sign of good health…

Not necessarily. 

When I plucked Susie out of her crib this morning, I was surprised to see that her cheeks and nose were bright red, as if she had applied Halloween make-up in order to be a cross between a clown and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.  I concluded she must have rubbed her face against something in the crib, and assumed it would fade as the morning wore on.  However, I knew something was amiss when she lost her entire breakfast immediately after eating.  Becky does that about once a week (just to make sure I don’t forget how to do laundry), so I hoped that Susie was just temporarily channeling her sister’s sensitive stomach. 

I dressed them for church in new clothes from Jim’s Aunt Mary, and wouldn’t you know, Susie’s cheeks matched her outfit:

She acted normally all through church, but then she lost her lunch.  Literally.   And later her dinner.  And her dessert.  So the poor thing hasn’t been able to keep anything down all day.  Thankfully, she’s not running a fever, and the doctor on call told me it’s probably just a stomach bug.  I’m grateful that she doesn’t seem too distressed by the illness.  In fact, she had enough energy this evening to play with her sister.  Becky thought that maybe rolling over on top of Susie would make her feel better.

Hopefully my little apple-cheeked dumpling will be back to normal soon.  See, she’s telling me that she’s sure she’ll feel at least “a little bit” better by tomorrow.