Denim was channeling his inner Popeye and may have taken it a bit too far. On Friday Deej started running a fever which went on and on and on. On Monday, in addition to the fever, he woke up with thrush. On Wednesday, in addition to the now low grade fever, he woke up in a rash from head to toe. Saturday was the pinnacle of his symptoms. He woke up sporting a very impressive swollen eye that resembled a golf ball. (seen here sucking on a q-tip)
By Sunday evening (only ten days and no sleep later) Denim was finally feeling better, HALLELUJAH, just in time for Logan to start throwing up. HA HA HA (that's my crazy person laugh)!
4 comments:
Oh my gracious! Poor baby (and mamma!) He still looks so happy despite it all on the picture to the right and he makes a really cute popeye :)
He is so perfect! I miss him so much. Give him kisses for me!
Teri, I am so sorry. It hurts so much to have your child hurt. Glad you can see some humor in it all.
Love you,
Mom
Poor Baby!! Give him loves and kisses form his Aunt Jana
Post a Comment