The baby, N, is a healthy little cherub. Big fat cheeks, several chins, spare tires on the thighs, et cetera et cetera. Never been sick a day in his admittedly short life. So when he started getting little red spots all over, we didn't worry too terribly much. Well, over the weekend we discovered that we're horrible parents for not noticing that he had a red rash allllllllll over his back. Really bad looking. After emailing the pediatrician some pictures and getting no definite "it's nothing!" feeling, he recommended we bring him in for a look-see. And joy of joys, the diagnosis is eczema! And not even the standard, run of the mill ezcema! "Nummular" eczema is the disorder of choice, though the doc is not 100% on this diagnosis due to some irregular symptoms. So for now we get to do twice! daily! baths followed by petroleum jelly. Fun stuff!
Also: this child is nineteen pounds at 6 months. Nineteen. Z was only TWELVE pounds at this age. N also has three whole inches on him, 27 to his 24. I think they'll be wearing the same size clothes by the time Z is five...
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