

Bryson's been sick. He woke up yesterday with a runny nose and fever. Last night was rough. He's was up every couple of hours because he was so uncomfortable. His whole body was burning up. So today, while we were out and about, I bought him a "feel better toy". My parents used to do that for me when I was a little girl. Usually I got a doll or something I could cuddle with. So for Bryson I was going to get a little car, but I had been meaning to get him a walker of some sort- so I splurged. Bryson and I put it together, he held (played with) all the pieces until I needed them :) It took his mind off his stuffy-ness for a while.
He then proceded to hit his teeth on the glass table and bled all over his onesie. I felt so bad for him. Oh well, he's napping now. I'm sure he'll have a fat lip when he wakes up. Poor little guy.