The baby is sick, fever, cough, vomiting. Usually, sleeping in the evening, sleeping in a bed, but today, he climbed over in the middle of the night, squeezed into our nest, snuggling in his mother, a poor Baba, called people a good life.
When the baby is in good health, I always want to eat those colorful potions. Of course I can't give it. In fact, it is very delicious, where is the baby's imagination. He frowned, very well, and taking medicine is very embarrassed.
I woke up, I quited the body temperature, down. Take care of the Amido to give some boiling water, the diet is light, and the next building is more sun. I don't know if I can do it today?
At this moment, I think more about my baby!
