My poor baby is sick.
Down with a bad BAD flu, flam-y cough and fever.
Which makes him sick, tired, irritable, grouchy, sleepy.
Which make me sick, tired, irritable, grouchy, sleepy.
But which makes him such an adorable non-moving target to take some shots of.
See? This is PROOF he DOES have double eyelids. Hallelujah!
My poor, sick, sick, baby.
Five bottles of meds on the wall, five bottles of meds…
Count ‘em… that’s right. I have to “force” these down his throat. Three times a day. To a toddler who chooses now of all times to exert his freewill on what he will and will not eat.
Yeap… medicine time is such fun. Screaming, writhing fun.
Some get-well cards done by his cousins! Which is now plastered all over our door.
