Day 206

I officially declare that he's not sick anymore. Maybe still a little snotty, but I'll stop with the name calling. And I'm glad he's feeling better because tomorrow...

DADDY COMES HOME!!!

OK, maybe he's still feeling a little puny, but Grandma came over with her magic shoulder and he fell fast asleep.

This is the best toy.

Stupid toy.


Grandma to the rescue.

It's pretty late at night but sleep is nowhere in sight.

"I'm too excited to sleep, Daddy, I get to see you tomorrow! Guess I should go to bed then so it will be morning. Goodnight!"

Day 205

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 12

He's feeling so good now I'm going to have to stop calling him Sickie. 

He was hard at work spinning thosee wheels.

And then he completely lost his balance and toppled over.

Look at those teefers!

Just hanging out.

He has no fear of gravity.

He did get a little crabby at bedtime however. Time to hit the hay.

"I don't know why I'm crabby, Daddy, I just am. So I'm goin' to bed. 'Night."

Day 204

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 11

Blegh. That's for me. Colby is feeling better, I have lost my voice. 

And if anyone is watching the ticker on the page, Daddy comes home in 2 days!

He slept a lot today. He didn't wake up (for good) until 10:30 and then had a 2 hour nap in the afternoon. Why didn't I nap as well? Why...

Back to climbing.

Snot and slobber and teeth.

"I get to see you in 2 days, Daddy. I can't wait! Night night."

Day 203

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 11

I'm going to be brave and say it again...I think he's feeling better. Yay for antibiotics!

Today he decided it was time to learn to pull himself up.

So what does he do? He chooses the most unstable toy in the room. 

Uh oh, starting to slide.

Time to sit in it properly.

Oh look, he found a sock. Imagine that.

"I can't decide if I want to eat it or wipe my nose. If I'm careful, I can do both. Goodnight, Daddy."

Day 202

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 10

Alright, that's it. I'm finished with being sick. My body disagrees but I don't care. And I think Colby is on board with me.

Again I've kind of skipped over the day. There is no sense in taking pictures of a miserable baby. I just grab the camera when he's having a good moment.

What would he do without his giraffe to nom on?

"I think it's late, Daddy, but I don't know...I can't tell time. G'night."

Day 201

What the hell? Is it my imagination or did my flowers look a little differently a few days ago?!

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 9

I agree, Colby. We should just go back to bed.

Despite a rough start this morning, he was feeling a little better by afternoon. We decided to attempt to go and play trivia tonight since his fever is under control. 

I failed to take any pics this evening, but here he his bundled up to go home. He is so over winter and I don't blame him.

"I'm tired, Daddy, and I wanna go home. And someone needs to get this stupid hat off of my head! Goodnight."

Day 200

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 8

Crap. He woke up with a fever and was just miserable so we went to the Dr. He has a left ear infection and 10 days of amoxicillin. So much for feeling better. And let me add that I still feel like crap as well. 

Playing with the thermometer.

It's been a long day and we're both exhausted.

My thoughts exactly.

"This sucks. Goodnight, Daddy."