Tis the season for snotty nose kids and wonderful colds. My poor little Davis hasn't been feeling well since last week, but I think is starting to slowly get back to his normal little self. Thank goodness it wasn't the flu, just a crazy bad cold that I thought was turning into a respiratory infection. Awful cough that makes him sound like an old man, nose flowing like a faucet, and eyes so puffy and watery just sitting still. But even though he was feeling that good, mama to the rescue to take advantage of the situation. Yes, take advantage. Davis is not one to cuddle. At all! When he is sick, that seems like what he wants to do the majority of the time. And I LOVE it! We laid in his bed and read books for longer than normal. Did a hand puppet show on the wall. And he just laid on my chest for an hour. AN HOUR! That hasn't happened since he was a newborn. I can't explain how much I loved that. Well, even though it was late at night for that one and I was also half asleep, I loved every second of it.
Davis' eating has also slowed down to a halt since he's been sick. Even his teachers commented that the Hoover vacuum was off the past few days. He normally eats like a line backer, so for him to not have an appetite is quite weird. You know the child is sick! One morning, I tried his favorite, banana. No! Cereal. No! Oatmeal. Oh, heck no! Tomato soup? Yes! Tomato soup it was at 9:00 in the morning. Whatever works! That night, Michael and I were going to have Pho for dinner and give Davis the rest of the chicken spaghetti, which he normally loves! If you have never had pho before, you absolutely MUST try it. Pho is a Vietnamese noodle soup, usually served with beef (phở bò) or chicken (phở gà). The soup includes noodles made from rice and is often served with Vietnamese basil, mint leaves, lime, and bean sprouts that are added to the soup by the person who is dining. (I totally sounded like I knew what I was talking about right there, huh? Thank you wikipedia!)
Anyhow, no spaghetti for Davis. What is going on with this child?! He does love broth, so as you can imagine, Pho it was for him.
I'm sure he's wondering why in the world we were using sticks in our soup! So, we said just pick it up and drink it, buddy!
Oh, yeah! Much better! It was so cute watching him try something new. Needless to say, he ate just about all of mine. Or drank it, rather. Next time, he's getting his own Pho, fo sho!