
My kitchen counter is cluttered.
With this:

this:

bottles of these:

And a tube of this.

Sickness has reached the youngest member of our house. The baby who is regularly known as Mr. Jolly has become, uh, less jolly. We're dealing with a thermometer that despises us (no, I am positive MY temp is not 93* thankyounotsoverymuch), a yeast rash from the antibiotics, diarrhea, and other pleasantries.
Wanna come over? I kid, I kid.
Hopefully we'll turn a corner over the weekend and start recouping. Otherwise, I may start to look like this:

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check me out Saturday
Oh, I hate baby sickness! Makes me feel so bad that I don't know quite what hurts. Our thermometers must be related- ours regularly says 95, or Lo. Hmmm...
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm so sorry to hear that your baby is sick. :( Give hi lots of hugs from me too!
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