Poor babe had a fever last night. Ain’t nobody happy when baby is sick.
Luckily, team Mom & Dad are well equipped & expertly dosed him with infant Tylenol (which he mostly spit out).
This morning, he’s running warm but not in fever territory. I spied a little upper tooth wanting to make an appearance! Both a horray & a little sadness over his (wonderful) inevitable growth.
You were all smiles earlier before we discovered your fevery self(ie). No wonder you didn’t eat much dinner. Very uncharacteristic of you, son.
Hang in there, little guy. That is thrice a fever since your first rotation around the sun.
Mom’s gonna get a tattoo in dedication to you. Sick, huh?
