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.
Charlotte Moore says
Poor guy has had a rough time lately. He still keeps smiling. (-: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIERCE!!! I hope you have a wonderful day.
I sure hope all of you don’t get sick. Bless you!!!
Yeah you’re right. The scab on his face does blend in!