Yesterday Beckett was sick, some kind of stomach flu. He slept most of the day off and on and stayed on the couch until almost 5pm. By then, he was up and ready to eat. I started things slow, but he was starving and can always get Daddy to give him a pb&j sandwich. He held his own just fine and was his usual high-energy bundle of joy.
He must've been hungry in the middle of the night because I woke up this morning and there on the coffee table were the remains of the Whole Foods sushi pack I picked up on Friday. He polished off most of the salmon (both boys really prefer sashimi, so the rice is often left uneaten).
Today he woke up and wanted a haircut. Right away, before breakfast. Go figure.
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