My poor baby is sick, just in time for the holidays. Stuffy nose, fever, lots of coughing, the works. Luckily, he’s old enough 1) to take medicine, and 2) get lied to about said medicine. He really enjoys his “special juice” from the “baby cup”. But even with medicine, he’s completely out of it. The bonus is, he kinda just wants to lay around.
Oh, and invent his own games. He started using his stacking cups to sort the counting animals by color.