little sickies

Colden and I have had the sickies the last two days- the body aching, snot pumping, swallowing razor blades kind of yuckies. Well, that's at least what I have. Nom, NOT. Colden can't stop sneezing, wants to just hug on you, and has a cough so fierce that it gags him....and makes the poor little guy throw up. His reflux is certainly not helping matters.

I'm just getting the memo that babies store up reserves to release on days like today...days where Mommy barely has the energy to change from jammies to yoga pants. Despite Colden's sickies, he still wants to play. And play. And play. With our trusty orange puke bucket in tow, and with tissues, cough drops, and saline stocked in every room, I've managed to keep him happy with peek-a-boo, 'Up' (where he reaches for your hands and pulls up), and at least twelve different stories (my favorite of which is called Five Minutes' Peace about a mama elephant desperately seeking just that....five minutes' peace) She ends up with three minutes and forty five seconds. Oh the irony.

Seeking my own forty five seconds of peace I headed to the kitchen to make my latest Tassimo concoction- an almond milk latte using a Tim Hortons espresso shot. Nom Nom, YES.

What do I spy from yonder kitchen island? It is my baby...and he is attacking the tissue box. Little rascal.

BUSTED. 

Tissue, anyone? Here's to hoping we both get better....very soon.