Sorry for the slow blogging, but Cody has been sick since Monday with a high fever and lots of discomfort at night. In fact, night before last Mommy and Daddy slept about 90 minutes total. We were reminded how powerful the mind can be at protecting one from painful memories...such as the first three sleepless months of Cody's young life. But we all survived, and this morning the fever has broken and Cody seems to be on the mend.

He looks pitiful (and has been) but you can't even imagine the cuteness of him saying (over and over): "Cody tempeetur! Hot hot! Sick! Tempeetur! Fee-vah! Tempeetur! Tempeetur? Take it?"
3 comments:
I see blankie made it downstairs. Small comforts are everything when you're sick. Kisses
So glad he is better! :)
Hi Little Bear .... Granny loves you.
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