This little Westie went to Walgreens, this little Westie stayed home. This little Westie has a sore throat, this little Westie has none. And this little Westie cried cough, cough, cough, cough, cough allll the way home.
Yep- now all five of us have it. Nathan started it! That's what Layla would say (how do kids learn to blame others and why do they carry that behavior into adulthood? An issue for the therapist to address, I suppose...). Anyway, we are all sick now no matter who "started" it. Sore throats, coughing, sneezing, body aches, congestion, a whooole lotta snot in the under-two division. Everyone seems to have their own list of complaints. But at least we're in it together, right? Eh. Not really that comforting. Mommy still has to take care of everybody else when Mommy is sick. So even though I would have loved to go to bed about 6:30 tonight, I downed a handful of IB profen for my own sake and have been sitting here wiping a gallon of green from the nose of Cale with one hand while patting the back of sweet Brynnie with the other. Obviously, I would never wish this on them, but I secretly sort of love it. They rarely just let me sit and rock them and love on them anymore and it's been a really, really long time since they've let me hold them at the same time. Rarely do they ever want to share anymore! And already tonight, Layla Paige woke up coughing and the *only* thing that would make her feel better was her Mommy holding her hand until she fell asleep again. Happy Sigh. And Nathan is as bad as they are!! LOL!
I guess if I have to have sick babies every once in a while, knowing that Mommy is the best medicine kind of makes it worth it.
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