My birthday weekend plans changed mid-way through Sunday when the littlest Seckman got sick. Turns out he has hand-foot-mouth disease, which I thought was something cattle got. Anyway - I stayed home with him Monday.
As I type, he is crying in his room with Fred trying everything he can think of to calm him down. We're both pretty sure it's either morphed into an ear infection or he caught Strep from one of the kids in his group.
Oh Daycare. Some days I love you. Other days not so much.