Mom guessed ringworm. Dad guessed Rosacea. Andrea did some looking on the web and found something called "Christmas Tree Rash". I went to the doctor last week and he looked on the web and found the same thing that Andrea found. Except he had a more official name for it: Pityriasis Rosea , a once-in-a-lifetime rash that has no known cause. Not a fungus, bacteria, or allergy. Maybe a virus. Emanates from a central spot, which I've had for years on my chest. The doctor said that I was a textbook case. He was wishing he had a camera so that he could send it in to be published. Unfortunately, it doesn't fade for six to eight weeks. I may be spotted for a while.
Last week we took the training wheels off of Anthony's bike. Now I have to run along beside him and hold him up. He wanted them off, and is excited to be learning to ride a "two-wheeler," although I think the whole balance thing has turned out to be a little more difficult than anticipated. He's getting the hang of it; we've only had a few spectacular crashes.
Paxton is three months old. Actually, he was three months a while ago but we've only just recently been able to get organized enough to take his picture. Here he is.
These last three months have just flown. In fact, we almost forgot to do our taxes. Taxes aren't due until April, right? Oh wait, it is April. Paxton is developing his own little personality. Mainly that consists of smiling a lot and chewing on his blanket, but he seems to be figuring out his hands and his voice a little bit too.
Also, three months means more food, so now we're having fun with cereal. The first bite was received with a blank stare. This was followed by some serious tongue action, resulting in most of the spoonful being deposited on the chin, and then a spark of comprehension. "More?"
Last Sunday morning Andrea woke up in a panic. "Rob, we're late! Did you set the alarm?"
"Yes. Oh. I guess I set it for when we have to leave, not when we have to wake up." What a way to start the week.
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