Yesterday when I picked Bug up from school, he seemed crankier than usual. When he napped into the five o'clock hour and said his mouth hurt, I knew we had a problem. Last night I found a blister on his tongue that couldn't be comfortable and was pretty sure I knew what our problem was. This morning's spot-fest told me I was right: hand, foot, and mouth disease. Fabulous. Bug had avoided this particular plague last year, but since Maddles (in retrospect) seems to have had it last week and I may or may not have fallen victim, we're guessing it's a different strain. Thankfully those of us who had it last year seem to have much lighter cases this time around.
He's had a miserable day; crying pretty much anytime his tongue hits his teeth. The blisters on his legs, knees, feet, and booty don't seem to really bother him. We did lots of couch cuddling and Playhouse Disney watching. And apparently, to feel better you must have a Bob the Builder quilt, Lightning McQueen blanket, Dog, Blanket, and Gilbert.









Third time's the charm! We finally got a Halloween picture where they are looking at us and smiling! Check out the 

























