He has spent most of the morning, sleeping on either my or mommy's chest. He doesn't want to be put down, he doesn't want to be in his crib. It's so pathetic. Poor guy.
We just woke himself up a little so Jaimie sat him down with his toys to see if he'd play. He is trying so hard to be his normal happy self, but after a few moments he gives up and slumps into his tired, sick little self. So, back in the arms he goes, eyes closing, a small whimpering sound.
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