Stuffed

Henry is drinking plenty.  

But he seems to have temporarily forgotten the purpose of food.  I serve a meal, he sits in front of it and stares at it.  Sometimes he crushes it with his fingers or his cup.  And then he asks for his binky.  I couldn't even tempt him with a milkshake last night.

We are going to the doctor this afternoon.

I'm sure he's fine and that they'll send me away with no medicines and tell me it's a virus.  How I hate that phrase.  It's a virus.  Which basically means we have no idea.  Just wait it out.

Anyway, I was very celebratory at lunch today.  He had like 10 cheerios.  I bet he's stuffed.