We are wading through sickness at the Dodds’ home.
I’m finally recovering from the nasty bug, but Seth is in the thick of it. He got up late this morning and decided he wanted some breakfast. I was a little unsure about his ability to keep it in, but agreed.
So, he ate and drank; a good sign in my estimation. But suddenly hit a wall and pushed his food away. He laid down on his chair and said, “Mommy, Jesus made me berry berry tired.”
So, I laid him down on the couch and he slept for a while.
Now, he and Eliza are playing a game on the floor, as the laundry churns away, hopefully killing germs. I’m wondering if perhaps I should put a mask and gloves on her. She hasn’t gotten it.. yet.
And besides, I wouldn’t want to become paranoid and OCD, uhh, too overprotective.
And here’s a pic of Seth on a happier day than today.



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June 19, 2009 at 7:32 am
FYI–Our neonatologist told us the other day that masks don’t do much good. :(