Wouldn't you know it . . . The one time I travel without any Boudreaux's Butt Paste, and Osten catches a violent stomach bug that results in a screaming red diaper rash (and a pile of nasty diapers). Piper also had a tender tush, and (following an after-hours call to both of pediatrician's offices) we prepared ourselves for the possibilty of them having to run naked on the deck to let their poor, irritated cheeks get some air. In addition to Lotrimin and Boudreaux's, Ang bought this set of bubbles in case we need to distract them as they ran bottomless on the porch. Alas, they both made extra-quick recoveries, and we were able to enjoy the bubbles with two fully clad children. Once again, it was so cute to watch them play together, and it was especially nice to see them both feeling much better. Don't be fooled by this picture; the big bubble wands proved to be pretty tough . . .
but Osten and Piper seemed to have fun, nonetheless.
The especially enjoyed playing in the bubbles.
And again, poor Marci had to sit another one out. We sat her in Piper's exersaucer right in front of the window, so she didn't miss a thing!
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