Mid-month, everyone got a cold.
Our normally stout, shielded-by-the-magic-wonders-of-mother's-milk baby Jack was hit the hardest.
We tried everything we could think of to help with his congestion...
Finally, after five days of vveerrry little sleep, lots of throwing up and no smiles or clapping, he took a nap!
And this is where his mama napped, in a "pillow" bed Daddy and Gray assembled on the nursery floor so she could hear every little raspy breath:
But the next day, Jack got even sicker. Booo.
The upside for Gray was that his parents were quite distracted and each made promises that were cashed in simultaneously for a Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream feast and inaugural viewing of "The Rescuers".
He wouldn't mind if Jack got sick again soon.
Jack finally really sleeping at his grandmother's after a couple days of antibiotics worked their magic:
We knew we'd turned the corner because he worked himself horizontal, his preferred sleeping position.
And thus continues our first year of fun & exciting new
preschool germs.
Bring it.
