…This morning, at 6:45am:
“Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock… Mama rock…”
Silence, then “Grayson toot!”
“Mama change diaper… Mama change diaper… Mama change diaper… ”
Sneeze!
“Mama blow nose… Mama blow nose… Mama blow nose…”
“Mama, COME!” (said exactly in the tone we use to call the dog, except he says “tum” instead of “come”)
The boy is not afraid of repetition. All of this transpired inside the time it took me to groan my way out of bed, slip on some warmer clothes, and make my way to his bedroom.
We may be headed to the pediatrician this morning. He’s had an on-again, off-again fever for almost 5 days now, along with a nasty cough and congestion. He’s just not been himself, though there have been plenty of times he’s been running around like usual. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for sleep, and I’ve noticed a direct correlation between Mama not getting enough sleep and this blog not getting updated. Hmmm, wonder if there’s a connection?
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