Exploring the Pox

Parker has the chicken pox; no big deal, I consider it a rite of childhood and they really don't seem to bother him too much. He's been sleeping great and other than me noticing him itching a little more, he hasn't acted sick at all. I'm keeping him in turtleneck onesies so that he has as little access to scratch them as possible. So far so good. For some reason though, as I watch them spread they make me more and more nauseous. Some about little blistered dots all over my son's body really grosses me out. It's even worse when I spread lotion on him, trying to keep the itchiness down, and I have to feel them....eeeeeeewwwww. I told Mike that he might have to take over. Because he keeps getting more and more, all over the place; literally, all-over. Poor tyke. I feel bad: I can handle poop on my window seat and vomit all over myself, but for some reason, these little bumps really get to me. Guess I really am a texture person. Sorry, Parker.