Rosey Bird

Sorry for the slow blogging–I’m going to get ahead of the game while Maya and her dadaboo (Maya’s sometimes-name for Mustafa) take a nap before we head into SF for a picnic with our friends.

In the last week, Maya had a bout with roseola, a common baby virus that causes an alarming spike in a high fever (104 degrees in her case) with few other symptoms, followed by a rash on the torso, followed by cold-like symptoms. We were home with her last weekend and early last week, and now we’re in the non-contagious coughing phase. She’s been a very good sport about the whole thing (maybe not as into the 3 doctor visits).

Her favorite day was last Sunday, when she still had a fever, and I said, “Maya, sick babies can do anything they want.” In her jammies, she hopped off my lap, marched over to the remote controls, and brought them to me. It was a day of Sesame Street and Elmo (and a few cartoon movies, selected by Mustafa). She was in baby heaven, since we are usually very strict with TV-watching.