
This cutie has strep.
Warning: some pictures on this post are gross and not for the faint of stomach, or easy gaggers. Michael must have had a very full stomach when I gave him his antibiotics because 1/2 way through he threw everything up.
Exhibit A:

Somehow he missed the sink... (and yes, it smelled like strawberry milk.)
Exhibit B:

I called Rob from downstairs: "I need your help!"
"oh whoa. what do you want me to do? the race is starting."
"nevermind, I just wanted you to see..."
(well, it was the race that apollo ono was dsq in...crazy finish...apparently....i didn't get to see it...)

Very tired baby, very cuddly. He has been his normal cheerful self.