Maxson was extremely fussy this morning. He didn't want to eat and I changed his diaper....just couldn't figure it out. I laid him back down between me and Jacob...sometimes in the mornings he'll hang out with us and just talk away. I love his baby talk. What I wouldn't give to actually be able to understand him....in due time!!! And by then I'm sure I'll try to get him to stop talking in the mornings :)))
I heard a slight gurgle....a little spit up followed...then lots of choking! I flipped him over and hit his back (full force yet gentle) and loads of gunk came out...yuck. Cottage cheese mucous all over our bed! By the looks of it...I'm guessing he lost almost 2 meals. He must've felt better because then he proceeded to talk as usual. Now the washers going...Jacobs snoring with his glasses on...and Maxson is passed out. I feel like this always happens to me! Lol. Maxson has a reputation of waking me up really early!! He wants to let me know the sun is about to rise :))). By the time the little turkey goes back to sleep, I'm wide awake. Story of my life these days. If it's not Maxson waking me up....I have Samson...our 110 pound black lab/great Dane breathing in my face and whining so he can get breakfast. He thinks he's still a puppy. Little turd. Hurley is the only "normal" one in the house. He's still asleep in his corner. Lucky.
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