Our house has been hit hard by cold season.
Grace and I bore the brunt of it first. The stuffed up sinuses. The runny noses. The flem-filled coughs.
It was no fun at all. Well it was no fun for me. Grace was a freaking trooper. She was smiley in spite of the snot. She laughed her way to coughing fits. And when she stopped coughing, she was right back to smiling and laughing again. It actually only served to make me feel like a wimp. Here was this one-year-old dealing with being sick with a smile on her face.
It did make me happy. Just because she is a baby doesn't mean she has to be a baby about it.
This week was a different story.
Erin and Ana have joined to sick party.
It wasn't all bad though. I became a hero to my wife for purchasing tissue boxes that have owls on them. She loved them, and it almost made her getting a cold worth it.
Ana has been a handful. She hasn't been sleeping as well as a result which has made her fussy during the day and unable to nap which makes her overtired which keeps her from getting better and continues the vicious cycle. I'm already dropping the "Why can't you be more like your sister?" on her. I know it's unfair at 13 months. But really, why can't she be more like her sister?
When sickness hits anyone in our house, it hits everyone in our house. That is now abundantly clear. It doesn't matter what I do to avoid it. We are all going to be dealing with the same colds, flus and any other infectious diseases from now until the nest is empty. And that is a cold, hard truth.