Today I caught my 10 month old son about 3/4 of the way up the staircase. By himself. With scissors in his hand.

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He's been barfing all over the place, including on me. I have changed my clothes three times. Between that and the constant faucet nose, we're not doing so well. I finally bottomed out with whatever he's carrying, and it's got us both holed up in our casa. The only good thing about a sick baby is the cuddling. Oh my goodness, I love it. He let me rock him in the rocking chair, nuzzled into my neck. He fell asleep approximately 19 seconds in. I stayed there with him longer than I had to, because I knew the chance to do something like that again would be a long time coming. I wanted to store it up, to remember it the next time he's so hyper and whiny I honestly consider knocking him over.

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