is his daddy's favorite nickname for him. Sometimes, it's just plain meatball. Is it any wonder?
This is where Linus spent the majority of our zoo trip this past Saturday. In the back of the double stroller. That is except for when I did my super-fancy-nurse-him-while-standing-in-the-midst-of-a-big-crowd-looking-at-the-hippo move.
He wasn't in the stroller then. I never really saw the hippo.
Who knew what was brewing in his little body?
After a few days of a cough and such, my poor buddy started with a fever on Monday night and then wheezing yesterday morning. I brought him in to be seen yesterday and he was diagnosed with pneumonia. Fortunately, the doctor thinks we caught it just as it started. So hopefully, the antibiotic and our old friend, the nebulizer, will help keep that nasty pneumonia under wraps. Not such a happy 11-month birthday, Buddy.
The upside? I got to find out that Linus weighs 20lbs. 4 oz. Woopwoop! Know what that means? After he turns one,on August 29th, we'll legally be able to turn his car seat around! I've never been able to do that before so close to a first birthday before. Especially mine.
Hope all are well,