It's always exciting to welcome Brock off the bus after a day at school, to give him an I-missed-you-today squeeze and a smooch on his chubby cheek and to go through his backpack to see what treasures he brought home from school that day. Waxy and crayon colorful pictures of ninjas and knights, worksheets of clumsily written alphabets and numbers, the weekly library book about fighter jets or dinosaurs and the rock he found on the playground. And then there is the thing he brings home constantly that you can't see: every little flu and cold germ imaginable!
Last week, Brock was grappling with his SECOND cold in a month.
A mini-man-cold you might call it.
"Don't sneeze on the baby!"
"Cover your mouth when you cough!"
"Wash your hands!"
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Well, wash them again."
In spite of copious amounts of Lysol blanketing every surface, doorknob and light switch in the house, and every precaution we could think of to protect Camryn from getting sick, the inevitable happened.
Cami caught her first cold.
*a-choo!*
cough-cough
sniffle-sniffle
pitiful baby cry
I really wish parents would smart-up and keep their sick children HOME instead of sending them to school to infect my child. *shakes fist at irresponsible parent*
Luckily, both kids seem to be on the mend. Brock, having had more practice at dredging his way through the coughs and the sniffles, is back at school and play. Camryn, on the other hand, has no idea why she can't breath through a stuffed up nose and why mommy is always coming at her with the saline and the nose bulb. Her first cold was bound to happen, though, and we're just so incredibly grateful that it hasn't resulted in RSV.
