So Andy was sick all weekend. He said it was the worst he's ever felt and I heard the words, "I'm dying" a few times....thinking he was being a bit melodramatic, I chalked it up to the male trait of BABY when it comes to being sick.
Now that Addison has caught whatever dad had, I feel like maybe I wasn't sympathetic enough. I have never seen her this bad. She has had her lovey and fingers permanently in her mouth for the last few days and constantly asks to go to bed. It's so sad. Sorry Andy.....my whole "buck up dude attitude" may have been a little harsh.
And this guy.....
does not want to be anywhere but it my arms. If I set him down, he just crawls to wherever I am, crying the entire time. It's pretty pitiful, sweet, and annoying as crap all at the same time.
So dad, hurry home.....or back since I guess this is no longer home for him. This whole relocation thing is too much to handle right now. It makes me feel a little like...yeah, buddy...I feel you. 17 days is a long time.