My popsicle eating boy is running a little slow today…seems the sore throat has kicked in big time and he’s a hurting little guy. He’s a tough one, though, and is taking little bites of popsicle and sips of juice. The meds will kick in here soon and all will be good again. It’s hard as a mom to see your little one in pain, pain that you can’t take away for them. Dee and I looked at his throat yesterday and were completely amazed at how open it is, there’s actually space for him to swallow things and breathe now. That’s gotta feel good.
Off to watch Vampire Scooby Doo….again.