Third Trip through Purgatory

We have found, through our previous experiences, that it is NOT the first cold/flu season of a young babe's life that kicks his or her behind.  It's the next one:  the one without the benefits of nursing, the one where the kid becomes mobile, the one where her hands go everywhere they shouldn't.  If history repeats itself, this coming fall-winter-spring will feel like one long infirmary stay.  Well, here we are in the second week of September, and we have already had multiple fevers, countless snotty noses, and two different bouts of stomach bug divided between our three kiddos.  Neve is taking the brunt of the germ attack right now.  She is absolutely down for the count with some atrocious stomach/upper respiratory two-for-one combo.  (You know it's going to be a bad day when you have to start the morning with a bath just to get her nasty smells off of her.)  We're just praying that it doesn't get passed on to anybody else because we have a super-busy couple of weeks ahead of us.

But, so that you don't get a sad, sad impression from this posting, here was Neve at a somewhat happier point of the day.  (Granted, these moments were far and few between.)  Just wake us up when this entire cold/flu season is over.  Whoever said that parenting is blissful obviously did not have a sick, hacking, puking kid at the time!!!