I don’t like being sick.
I’m to the point where I’m now coughing up phlegm nuggets and my throat feels raw and bloody (it’s not, but feels like it).
No voice, either.
So parenting – if you can call it that – has been slightly challenging with grunts and pointing and snapping at them, with the occasional whisper thrown in for clarification.
But in exciting news, I think the little guy has been signing for ‘milk’ on and off today and yesterday. You know how cool that is? And so darn cute because his little hands are so small.