Chicke loves you.

This boy is a champ I tell you. The last week has been rough for the Chickster.

RSV.

Ear infection.

The arrival of four teeth. Yes, FOUR TEETH all at the same time. Over the weekend we went from a two toofer to a sixer.

He probably coughed them all out of hiding.

In spite of everything; generally not feeling well, the horrendous cough, the torturous breathing treatments every four hours, the complete lack of sleep, the kid has stuck it out and rebounded well.



He spent the last week permanently perched on either me or Ross - like we were his marsupial parent and the blanket was his warm cozy pouch.



Have you ever seen a little guy look so tired? That's what being sick and not sleeping much will do to a baby. I have felt so bad for him - but at the same time have been reminded of the great lessons of resilience and patience. All things will pass, even if your kid is so sick it makes you cry right along with him, and life gets going again.

And...when life throws lemons in your general direction, making lemonade is a good idea.

So is a little bit of uninhibited dancing.