What could be more fun than a summer cold? While our neighbors are out enjoying the latest in a string of near perfect days (unheard of in VA in August), here we are inside sniffling. Henry caught it first (of course) and passed it on to mama and then Coco. Christian has so far been spared but was complaining of a sore throat this morning. Praying it doesn’t stick since he is by far the least tough among us when it comes to routine illnesses (isn’t that always that way?).
It has essentially been a great big snot festival around here--lovely. Christian has been handling it remarkably well considering the fact that he had a fairly acute snot aversion not so long ago. There was a time when I couldn’t even pronounce the word in front of him. I am happy to report that he has made great strides since we had kids and even wipes noses.
Little Co was up all night, waking us up every couple hours with pathetic whimpers and snuffles over the monitor. I went in a few times to give her squeeze with the dreaded bulb aspirator. Our girl is amazingly good natured but the nasty old bulb manages to faze even the sweetest pea. So after a go-round with that instrument of torture, I usually wound up putting her on the boob to get her to quiet down.
So in addition to being sick, I am operating on no sleep. Would love to stay in bed and watch the Olympics all day, but that is, of course, out of the question. I have rarely encountered the bug that could cramp Henry’s style, so he is as energetic as ever and itching to get out on the new two-wheeler (with training wheels) that he inherited from a friend (thanks Curtis!). Counting on grandma to come over here and save the day this afternoon.
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