Day 199

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 7

Dare I say that he is feeling better? Who knows, but he's doing OK this morning.

You gotta love the little curlicue up front!

He was just sitting in the floor keeping to himself. Poor guy.

"Night night, Daddy. I'm really tired of being sick."

Day 198

In case you were wondering, it's Spring!  It was almost 80 today and gorgeous. And daffodils make me happy. Not quite as happy as tulips, but it's not their turn yet.

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 6

Despite the glorious weather, the sickness continues. But we enjoyed the fresh air anyway. He is fascinated with the outdoor world.

Exploring the big swing was not really the best idea since he was about to take a nose dive off of it.

OK, back to being sick and gross again.

Getting curious.

He could maybe use that bib to wipe his nose (hint hint).

"I can't keep up with all the snot, Daddy, so I just let it run. Whatever. Goodnight!"

Day 197

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 5

I warn you, this is a pretty awful picture. Poor guy, he just looks miserable.

Looking a little bit better.

OK, maybe not.

Still pretty crabby.

Then a bit happier because he stole the monitor off of the table. He just loves swiping things that he's not supposed to have.

Oooh, so interesting.

Sad because I took the monitor away.

And happy because he grabbed it again.

Just kicked back before bed.

"Is there something on my face? That's OK, Mama will wipe it off. As long as she doesn't get out that blue nose sucker again. Goodnight!"

Day 196

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 4

Look at how clean that face is! It's almost as if I had just wiped it.

I have no idea what he did to his hair during his nap but it's like he's channeling Gary Busey or something.

 

I'm right there with you, buddy. He just looks miserable.

He was so tired but just refused to go to sleep. Sometimes you just gotta play the keyboard instead.

"I'm going to bed soon, Daddy, but I just needed to play a little music first. G'night."

Day 195

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 3

Mornings are really best right now. I think it's because I've just suctioned 10 hours worth of snot from his brain.

He loves his giraffe ring stacker. He dumps the rings off of it and chews on its ears. 

Hi.

He was feeling pretty goofy for a while and was laughing hysterically at the cats in the window. Of course, as soon as I grabbed the camera he stopped laughing. But he's still talking/squealing/fake coughing/yelling at the cats. They, however, are unimpressed.

And he's done for the night. He's looking a little rough.

"Goodnight, Daddy.  That's all I have to say."

Day 194

Sickie McSnotterson: Day 2

He woke up in a pretty good mood despite the nastiness that has taken over his sinus cavities. Oh, and I'm sick as well. Fun.

And then the good mood vanished. He was so pissy that I had to feed him on my lap.

Doesn't everyone nap with a giraffe on their head?

Colby decided to pass the time by beating up the cat. I love it. Steele deserves a little torture. Just wait until he's mobile...that cat doesn't know what he's in for. (And how ginormous is my cat?!)

He was telling me how he kicked some kitty ass.

We had a temporary reprieve from snot. But it didn't last too long.

"OK, Daddy, I told you to make it stop. Why is my nose doing this? I'm so tired...night night."