The day before Cruz's birthday was a Sunday. He was not having a good day! He cried and flailed himself around at church for almost two hours when Aaron finally took him home. I wondered if he was teething and hoped he would have a good birthday the next day.
Birthday morning: woke up and stared at us,
didn't want to get out of bed.
Then he opened a present and ate a yummy breakfast that daddy made him,
and then was his normal, happy self.
A week and half later I took him for his well check, and the doctor said, "He's got a nasty ear infection. Has he had a cold, fever, acting unusual?" Not that I could remember. I felt like a bad mom that I didn't know. Then I remembered the day before his birthday...bad day explained! Sorry Cruz!
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