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john's favorite perscription from the doctor EVER:
run around in the backyard with no pants on.

yesterday turned out to be a pretty chaotic day, and one of those days when i am very thankful to have such a flexible workplace.

around 10am, i got a call from the daycare asking if i'd had john's diaper rash checked out by the doctor, and that if i hadn't i needed to come get him and he couldn't come back without a doctor's note that it wasn't something worse than diaper rash and contagious.

so i called the doc, got an 11:20am appointment, and high-tailed to the school to get john, then to the doctor's office to get his poor little booty examined. come to find out, the daycare was right on one account - it is worse than normal diaper rash, but it's not contagious. the solution? jock itch ointment - and per the doctor's orders, generic is fine.

the only problem? the generic is called "JOCK ITCH CREAM" in giant capital letters, with no brand name. awesome purchase for a mama to make with her 21 month old in tow!

back to daycare, ointment in tow, and finally back to work shortly after noon. and then i had to figure out how to make it into a productive normal day despite the wild ride the morning had been!

two things made all the chaos worth it. 1) following the doctor's orders to allow john to run around the backyard naked so his diaper area could air out (see pic above) and 2) this pic my husband snapped this morning while john ran around:

i'm up to something, mommy.
i don't know what yet, but just you wait!

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