Cough Cough

I got to hang out with Harry yesterday ALL DAY. Normally an enjoyable experience, this was a struggle because we were both sick. One thing my beautiful, bottle fed, daycare baby has not learned in his almost 4 years is how to be sick. This is possibly his 3rd time being sick, unless you count the 4 hours he had pink eye. Of course, as long as the TV was on, Harry was pretty happy. I tried to turn the tube off, since we had weaned him down to less than an hour a day, but carrying around an 8 pound baby all day and being sick and pukey on top of that is hard. I also got to carry Harry around quite a bit, because although he would not admit to being sick, he would admit that his feet, head, ears...didn't work. I spiked his milk a couple of times, but after telling him that was the only reason he felt better he became less trusting. I think maybe I watched too much X-Files while I was pregnant with him. Spooky Harry trusts no one.