This picture pretty much sums up my day. K Belle has never fully recovered from two weeks of away-camps. Fever. Cough. Headache. I’m pumping her full of vitamins. It would be a total bummer for her to be sick tomorrow, on her birthday. Boo.
Luau planned for Friday for her. It sure stinks that K Belle and Beau have their birthday in the same week. K Belle’s before Beau’s. We’re usually short on cash and enthusiasm when we get to his day. Same is true for La Petite Belle’s birthday and mine … same week. How’d all that get arranged? Hmmm … I’m gonna have to do some calculating.
In other news, La Petite Belle and I enjoyed some bonding time.

Despite the red, burning sensation, she enjoyed the experience, and the feel of her skin afterwards.
I first started a skin care regimen, at about 12, coached by my great aunt, a Mary Kay lady. I will never forget these words she said, “Every night that you don’t take off your make-up or wash your face adds two years of age to your face.” I’ve never missed a night so I must look two years younger than I actually am. (You thought I was actually going to tell you my age? Right.) I can’t even sleep without washing my face. I will pass on my vast knowledge of skin care to my children: If it’s burning, it’s working.
Off to attempt to make old-fashioned Kool-Aid popsicles with La Petite Belle, with no trays or sticks. Now, this is gonna be interesting.