[This was written earlier. He’s not sick again.]
Poor little guy. My baby is having his first real illness. Fever, cough, and runny nose. My sleep-deprived little brain put together some thoughts from the baby as I went in to administer his first Tylenol of the day.
Hey, Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM. Where are you going? Don’t go! Let’s stay and cuddle. Come on, you look like you need this. You look tired and a little out of it and, dare I say, cranky?
Ah, that’s better. Weren’t you just saying how I never cuddle anymore? I know I’m all independent and #bossbaby all the time, but I still love you. Let’s have a cuddle. This one’s on me.
Ooo, the rocker. Good call. Let’s get comfortable. Not there. Uh, not there. Ah, yes. That’s better, right? I mean, I’m really comfortable! Your arm is kind of at a funny angle, but you aren’t moving so we’re cool, right?
You have a lovely singing voice. Were you classically trained? NO?!? Well, it’s beautiful. Don’t ever stop. Haha, just kidding. OK, not really. Don’t stop. Did I say stop?
Isn’t this nice? It’s just like when I was really little and we used to cuddle and watch crap TV and you felt kinda guilty about sending my brother to day care so that we could cuddle and watch crap TV. It went pretty fast didn’t it?
Haha, nice try, Mom. I know you think I want to be put back in my crib, but I am willing to make this sacrifice FOR YOU. Don’t put me down. You need this cuddle. I’ll let you cuddle me instead of getting beauty sleep back in my crib. It’s just my generous nature. That’s right. I’m a giver.
Is it time for more Tylenol yet? No? Well, that’s OK. We’ll get through this day together, Mommy. Promise. I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll never leave your side! My brother can take care of himself I’m sure. Toddlers are known for their resilience and ability to entertain themselves. You and me. Let’s have a cuddle.
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