Today is day 6 of feeling miserable. Fevers, coughing, sore throats, snot....all the nasty that come with flu. Jason seems to be okay (knocking on wood) but me and big D are a couple of crabby grumps. I know J & I would feel better if David didn't start life out with all his little complications and under developed lungs. It's a little scary sometimes. That and lack of sleep. I'm starting to hallucinate. Anyway, David was falling asleep on Jason in between coughing. No fun having a sick baby, but the snugly cuddles are bliss!

He woke up pouting and whimpering. It was so funny, like he was telling his dad all about how he felt.

So Jason gives him a kiss and tells him "daddy knows".

David can never keep a straight face with his dad.

Especially when he does faces like this.