And the beat goes on

Still hives. Although last night we were smart enough to dose A with Benadryl BEFORE she woke up covered in hives, so we were not treated to a third night in a row of kids TV at midnight. The fact that PBS Sprout runs 24 hours a day is both useful and scary all at once. As clearly there must be enough children up watching TV at midnight to make it worthwhile...

But I digress. We head into the pediatrician's this morning right after we drop C off for a consult and a strep test, as apparently Cousin C breaks out in hives with strep throat. May it be strep...oh please let it be strep. C has developed "itchies" as well, although his are not apparent to the naked eye, if you know what I mean. And A is convinced that she saw the dentist on Friday night, despite all of our attempts to convince her otherwise. Even C had thrown up his hands in disgust with a "Believe what you want, A. But you DID NOT SEE THE DENTIST!"

So that's about all the news that is fit to print over here. A has some hives as I write, but I am trying not to dose her with Benadryl until after we see the doctor. Why, I don't know, as it isn't like she is going to be able to do anything besides look at them, nod, and say, "Yep, look at that, hives!" but at least I'll have independent verification that she does in fact have hives. But as I told Rebecca yesterday, it just isn't a major holiday without a trip to the pediatrician's. Do you suppose it is tacky to hand deliver her holiday card?