Milestones that aren't much fun.
Baby's first fever.
101.2 F, so nothing terribly dramatic or dangerous. But, poor thing, she just doesn't feel right. Ever since I came home from work, she's been subdued and sad. She plays for a moment, and then crawls over, pulls up on my shirt, and wraps her arms miserably around me.
Poor little plum.
101.2 F, so nothing terribly dramatic or dangerous. But, poor thing, she just doesn't feel right. Ever since I came home from work, she's been subdued and sad. She plays for a moment, and then crawls over, pulls up on my shirt, and wraps her arms miserably around me.
Poor little plum.