This is what happens when pride takes over. Just the week before the onslaught, I commented on the fact that we have only had one cold this season. Last fall, in fact. Hubby had the touch of something in December but otherwise we've been pretty hardy.
Wee one had a visit to the doctor last week for ear infection and conjunctivitis and a listen to his lungs. Wee one was also infected with some bad habits that resulted from feeling sluggish and cranky for a week. Yup...too much TV and juice.
So alas, it falls on the Momma, who is home all day, to play the heavy. Limited TV and one glass of diluted juice a day.
Let's just say that someone has not been happy with this turn of events and he is sweet, toe headed and stands about 3 feet tall.
To top it all off ...not all of his systems have been a go. We've experienced some regression. One regression being the refusal to sit on the potty to poop. You know it's bad when you can't remember when he last went. It has been 2 days of coaxing, cajoling, and bargaining. He was really cranky this morning but he finally sat down and got the job done. Poor guy.
And then like a ray of sunshine through storm clouds...
We put a little Putamayo music sampler on and there he was ....dancing. Shaking his head , swinging his arms , turning in circles, holding on to the coffee table so he could kick.
It was the most perfect moment.