St. Pathetic's Day

I asked him to smile...he thought that I was nuts. Only after showing him his own picture on the camera would he crack a grin. I was lucky enough to get it turned around again to snap this picture.


Smiles have been in low quantity at our house this weekend. Henry seems to have the never ending cold. He stayed home from church yesterday, and woke up just the same this morning. For breakfast he had to have a sippy of apple juice AND a sippy of orange juice. That then led into two plates, one with a blueberry muffin, one with an orange. As if this weren't enough pampering he then had to have blankie close by. The table was not close enough. It needed to be tucked behind him so that he could lean his little face on it every other bite. Pathetic.

But really, who is more pathetic, the sick little boy, or the mom who provides every whim for the sick little boy?!