It's only 7:35 a.m., and Brody has been up for almost 2 hours already. I don't know how the kid is even standing- he finally fell asleep around midnight, but was up coughing all night. If he doesn't nap soon, I'm going to have to resort to propping my eyelids open with toothpicks.
I'm trying to get him a doctor's appointment for this afternoon. This kid is sick entirely too often. He's basically been sick since Thanksgiving. The doctor diagnosed him with mono several weeks ago, but I think that should have run it's course by now.
I realized the meaning of true love last night. It was when I picked Brody up, covered in barf (consisting of peaches, mashed potatoes and yogurt), and held him, and let him barf all over me. Including in my ear and all over the side of my head. If that's not love, I don't know what is.