Poor, poor Henry. He finally got the Big-Whammy-Look-Mom-and-Dad -I’m-in-Daycare-Now illness. A trip to the doctor revealed two ear infections, a possible diagnosis of thrush left over from his last round of antibiotics and a mystery virus driving his temp up to 105 degrees. I don’t even think I can count that high. Oh, and he has two teeth poised to erupt through his bulging gums.
The good news here is that his malaise has slowed down Project MUST WALK a bit, which is kind of a relief. I’m not really ready for my little baby to become a toddler.
And if he wants to lie in my arms like a limp noodle all day? That’s okay, too.
Because I think I can probably count on one hand the number of hours left that he’ll let me hold him like this. And if I can keep him in my arms just a little bit longer, well, it seems like a reasonable trade for the puddle of goo he just deposited on my shoulder.
And I hope you’ll forgive me for taking these photos at the height of his misery and for using it as part of Best Shot Monday.
Because, seriously, do you think I’m going to take a better picture this week?