Poor Pudgie. I knew something was wrong with him when I put him to bed last night. I even called Tommy to tell him something was wrong with the way he was breathing. He stood in my room at 11:45 PM whimpering and burning up. What can you do but pull 'em into bed with you and love them to death. He woke up with a fever of 102.... UUUGGGH!
We spent the entire day on the couch or laying in Pudgie's bed ... or Pudgie laid on me or had me carry him everywhere. Not the most comfortable for me but this poor baby is just a miserable mess! I hate when 2 year olds get sick. Getting Pudgie to take Tylenol is like getting me to eat asparagus. It is just not a pretty sight.
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1 Lightbulb moments:
Hey!!! I L-O-V-E Asparagus! You just haven't had it fixed right. I'll make you some when I find it properly ripe in the market.
Poor Pudgie! :( I'm sad for him.
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