This week, I mean. It's going on and on and on. A's still cranky and rashy and waking at odd hours and having some other unsavory symptoms. Post-Mexican-vacation symptoms, if you catch my drift. So his mama is also cranky and waking at odd hours (along with A's very loving daddy)....but not rashy or having said other unsavory symptoms. Just missing my typically sunshine-y boy. Now and then the clouds will part and happy go lucky A peeks through (usually when he spies a cat or a dog or an unattended laptop computer cord), but I sure am looking forward to him feeling like himself again. No fun to see the dude in such a state.
You know what is fun, though? Teensy weensy baby feet. As big as I feel like this boy is getting, there are moments where I stare at his little feet and think that he's still so....teensy. Still has bite size little toes and a pinkie toe nail so small I have to squint to see it. He's still a baby, after all.