Sniffles

After a week of clingy, cranky, non-sleeping sick baby, I'll do anything to have my happy boy back. Poor guy. 

I know I shouldn't complain. He is a healthy babe, with only one small fever in his whole life. Comparatively, the girls were so sick their first few years of life, courtesy of those prolific daycare germs. That has paid off in spades, of course, with nary a sick day between them in their entire elementary school careers (aside from Mary having her appendix removed).  

Ryan has been miraculously healthy thus far. But now a crummy cold has walloped this little fellow. We've had five miserable, sleepless nights of coughing and sniffling. 

I'm determined this will be his only cold of the winter. If you see me next with a large tub of hand sanitizer strapped over my shoulders like a Camelbak, just nod and understand. Or, pretend you understand. I'll be too tired to notice.