Poor Maggie's birthday turned out to be a very small affair.
We've been fighting sickness in our house for almost two weeks now, and it finally came to a head last night just around party time. Amos has had a fever and temperature on and off for a while. It's one of those things where every time I broke down and started to call the doctor he would perk up and seem healed.
Tuesday Eric came home from work sick and has been a wreck ever since. Our lives fall apart when Dada is not around to help and by last night we had all had enough. Amos threw an ornery fit (one of his worst symptoms) and fell asleep. Eric went to the instacare to be diagnosed. Audrey slept in her swing. Maggie and I ate soup. Eventually, Eric came home and Amos woke up. We opened presents and sang. We didn't eat any cake though. Eric "I have strep throat" Horne helped Maggie blow out the candles. Yep. Turns out the boys have strep throat. They are both on antibiotics now, and we're relieved to have some relief in sight. Still no cake though.