Becks is still one sick puppy.
But, thankfully, for the hour or so that his meds perk him up, he's a very pleasant - albeit pitiful - nasally little pumpkin.
He looked at me as we were watching American Idol together a little bit ago (he loves it just as much as I) and said, lovingly, Mommy, you're pretty.
And I just about melted into a big ol' pile of sappity sapparoo. Then, he went on to comment that one of the contestants had fancy hair, and I debated his sense of style, but decided that his previous compliment still stood.
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| For some reason, this pic helps me envision what he's going to look like in about 15 years. Stay away, ladies! |
So, when he's not cuddling or coughing, he's still amusing me with his pumpkinish presence. And, eating green popsicles, of course. The dinner choice of all those battling flu bugs.
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And now y'all understand the green mouth in the previous pics ;)
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