Poor sickie-pooh

Poor little Eli is such a mess! He is teething and sick simultaneously. I know that teething is possibly associated with a little fever and other ills, but this cold/cough seems to be serious in addition to the screaming from the tooth pain. Poor little guy! But he's actually been quite a trooper considering the snot and the phlegm and the drool and everything else he's dealing with. And, although it's much harder to tote him around at 27 lbs than it was at 10-15 lbs, it's kind of sweet that he wants so many huggies lately. He actually fell asleep in my arms for the first time in a million years yesterday. Okay, he hasn't been alive an entire year, but it feels SO LONG since that last happened. Here he is trying to smile even though his eyes are watering and he can barely breathe.



In other news, we took Eli to a St. Patty's Day parade on Saturday. He was not impressed with the bagpipes or the dancers or the fire trucks or Mr./Ms. Teen Delaware or the old fashioned cars or the marching bands or the mummer-like folks (including the group led by Teen Wolf's dopperlganger). Nope. He just liked the big bunches of balloons that people were selling. And cotton candy. Just like his mama. Of course, like idiots, we forgot the camera. So it looks as if Eli has never done anything in his life but sit on a colorful alphabet mat, but it's still cute, right?