Last night as a two year old:
Tomorrow, Pierce turns three. He has a good case of hand, foot, and mouth going on – but he’s starting to feel better if his energy level tonight was any indicator. Just in time for Miss Charlie to start vomiting. Two bugs. One house. Nine people.
My sanity is slipping.
In other news, the scab on his forehead and nose no longer looks out of place. It just blends right in with the rest of it all.
Yuck. Awful, awful stuff.