Sick, sick, sick...

Quinn has been so sick this week. I feel so bad for him. You can tell by looking at him that he is miserable and the poor baby can't tell me what is wrong. He will sit on my lap and whine/cry and throw his head into my chest and cry harder as if he is trying to tell me what hurts. It breaks my heart. This morning when he got up he was still sick so we cuddled on the couch and watched cartoons because that was the only thing that made him content. Then he had enough of mom he took his own spot on the couch and mom got ready for work. This is how he looked when I left him :(

Believe it or not a little while later he actually put himself to sleep. This is not the little boy that I'm used to.

Reagan hasn't shown any signs of being sick. I have been trying my hardest to keep Quinn's nuks, sippy cups and bottles away from her. I sure hope I succeeded and she doesn't get this one.

Here is Reagan acting like her usual crazy self and Quinn "trying" to be happy. He has had very few good moments this week. I hope he gets better soon.