Oh Croup!

Poor Henry was diagnosed with croup today. This diagnosis was shocking in that there was not even a hint of cough from this little boy until I was in the waiting room this afternoon. Little man has been battling stomach issues (I will spare you the details) and a fever ranging from 100-103 since Friday night, but there was no cough. Now there is a cough... or a bark... or a horrible sound that makes it hard for him to breathe. It also makes him sad. Very sad. Which makes us sad. Luckily, five minutes after the Motrin hits his lips, he is back to my happy boy...We are trying now to keep this thing away from Sammy-pants. I will be lucky if I can keep them from swapping binks for the next few days. Should be interesting.

*oh, and no, I did not make him pose for this picture... he was standing there fine and happy, playing with the paper and then lost it and refused to come to me... i was initially taking pictures of him being silly...

**and how tall is he... seriously, he looks like he is 7!!!