Rough friggin' weekend

Mommy came home sick on Thursday. By Saturday night, Max sounded like Baby Darth Vader. He was a trooper through the runny nose all day Sunday, and most of Monday. By dinner time tonight, though, he was D-O-N-E. Poor, poor Max!

PS - Thanks Uncle P for the fabbie Memorial Day outfit - at least Max looked seasonally appropriate mid-meltdown!