Poor little B

Since Friday afternoon Ben has been whiney and tired and refusing to eat, and voila! spots (not the canine kind) have tonight appeared on his throat and his hands. Ian and I have made an internet-assisted diagnosis of hand, foot and mouth, largely suggested by the signs appearing in the childcare centre this week announcing that it's spreading around. We've done well I suppose to have avoided it for so long. Lucky I brought heaps of work home to do this weekend - looks like no work for me on Monday.

So it's been a tough day and the only time he quietened was to eat his Trampoline ice cream, watch Over the Hedge and then to read Rosie Sips Spiders, Wibbly Pig Likes Bananas and Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy. In fact he smiled during HMDD, but not the ice cream.

We read Little Sisters Are... last night and it didn't go down too well. He did not like the page where the little sister bites the older sibling at all, and seemed to disapprove of the remainder of the story. I on the other hand found it amusing and will have to track down Little Brothers are... to see what he thinks of brothers' antics.

Fingers crossed that the poor little guy feels a bit better tomorrow. Apparently HFM comes with a very sore throat so what a great excuse for more ice cream.

Little Sisters Are... is by Beth Norling