Isn’t this the most pathetic face you’ve ever seen?! Poor guy. He’s got a bad cold and started running a fever last night which we’re still fighting it this morning. (And if you look closely at his knees, you can also see he took a good spill on the sidewalk last night too.) I remember my mom telling me that she felt so bad for us when we were sick, but secretly kind of savored the time because it made squirmy kids become cuddly and mellow. I have the same conflicting sensations with C-dog. (But really glad he’s not puking!) He’s got his comfort items (pillow and minky) from his grandmas, a little sippy cup at the ready and mom at his beck and call. He should be feeling better in no time. And back to his anti-cuddling self!