Sick
Poor Dax has been sick again. Really sick. Really, really sick. Runny nose, very high fever (103.5), and puking. Ah, yes. The rewards of parenting.
I was so worried about him. He wouldn't eat. He couldn't even sit up. He had puked on himself, the couch, the cat, and me. My poor little baby was propped up on the couch with a cold washcloth on his head snuggling his blankie (buddy) all sick and pathetic. I was in tears.
That's when he looked at me and said, "TV? Wiggles? Jo Jo?"
We spent the rest of the day cuddled together on the couch watching the best that the Disney Channel and Noggin have to offer.
He's feeling much better today. Wish I could say the same for myself. There are only so many times one can be puked upon before one is thoroughly germed up good.
TV? CSI? The Office?