sick

It's that time of year. We all three have a cold. Unfortunately, Rachel's is the worst. Why, oh why can't babies be born with not only a sucking reflex, but a nose-blowing reflex???? It's so hard, knowing that she would feel so much better if she would only be able to blow her nose and get that stuff out of there. And using a syringe? Not an option. Holding her down for anything is nearly impossible. I'll save it for the really important stuff like checking to see if she has an ear infection at the doctor's office (which we hopefully won't have to do this winter!!).

Mood-wise, she's doing okay. But her energy is definitely not quite there--she's spending much more time sitting on my lap than usual instead of running around like crazy. She's having trouble sleeping, though, which means that of course I'm having trouble sleeping, too. Oh well. This, too, shall pass.

I'm happy to report, though, that illness has not hindered her ability to tell me that she 'wubs' me. I'm hearing it a lot lately, and it's music to my ears.