Not mine – Captain Adventure’s.
It’s a doozy, been going on probably most of the weekend (which is just one of the many ways speech delays suck – they tend to lead to things getting really out of hand before the non-verbal cues are dramatic enough for the caregiver to go, “Waitasecond…maybe this isn’t just an average, every-day sort of sniffle!”), and he is now uncomfortable, feverish, blocked up and runny, has a nasty cough (probably due to excesses of nasal ick taking the next best way out, since the first best way is thoroughly blocked off), AND (because insult loves injury) being forced to consume
My poor baby is not a happy camper right now. Thus, he is clinging to me whining, crying, complaining and saying, “Wet me sitz in yer WAP!” any time he somehow finds himself not sitting on my lap.
Not exactly conducive to writing.
Or pretty much anything other than cuddling the sick-ee and saying inane things like, “There, there…poor baby…this really stinks, huh? OK…OK…there, there…”
Why this seems to be comforting to him I’ll never know.
Right. I’m going to grab a shower now, because if last night is any indication – he’ll be hollering for me within forty-five minutes.