Yesterday afternoon, my little blondie came down with a fever and wasn’t feeling well.
Her poor little eyes are so sad when she’s sick and she kept looking at me and saying, “Mama, my head is hurt.”
The Hubs and I had originally planned to join AH at my parents’ house and spend the evening with them.
Instead, we spent the evening trying to get her to drink fluids and make her more comfortable.
After a long night of temperature taking, medicine giving and cool washcloths on her forehead, AH was finally able to sleep.
And this morning, she had a serious case of bed head.
See? I told you. Fierce bed head.
In related news, I think I’ve figured out who she can be for Halloween.
Little Bride of Frankenstein.
Happy blogging and wild hair,
Adrian
The Working Momaholic 