(I know, two posts in one day, I'm nuts!)
James is sick. Still. It was teething and now it has morphed into whatever his cousin or his father has. He hasn't been around anyone else, so let's just hope that it is just the little itchy throat thing his Dad has, and not the fever, coughing, aching thing that his cousin(s) have.
Although, by the look of this picture, I am thinking it is the latter. Hey, it's the price you pay for having a blast with your family, right? And if you don't get it from your family you'll just get it from somewhere else. The good thing about getting it from your family is that they are on speed dial for when you frantically need to know the list of medications they are on!
I know it's no newsflash, but James isn't eating. I mean, he really isn't eating. I am sure that now it is because of his being sick. He turns his nose up at bananas, pushes plates of Batter Blaster pancakes away, feeds his Cheerios to the dogs.
Hmmm . . . what to try next? Hey, maybe a strawberry from the basket of them I got at Fresh & Easy? (See following post).
James: What the heck is this, Mom?
Mom: James, don't look at it like it's an alien. You used to eat those when you were a B-A-B-Y, oh so long ago . . ." (violins playing a mournful song in the background).
Mom: "No honey. It is a strawberry. You'll like it. Take a bite." (Meanwhile Mom has got her fingers and toes crossed, PRAYING that James will take a bite.)
It's a miracle. He does.
Did he take another bite? Ahh . . no. Oh well. Mom has to cut the kid a break. He is sick, afterall. And GOD does it HURT MOM TO SEE HIM SO SICK!!!