After a few days of swapping germs with his cousins and our extended famillies, and almost a week of no naps and random bedtimes, Harrison is sick with a bad head cold. And, unlike most adults I know, he's smiling through it like it's no bother at all, except when we swoop in with a tissue to mop up his drippy face. When we must clean him up he screams at the top of his lungs and makes us feel like the worst parents in the world. But the alternative is...yuck. We've been giving him Benadryl to clear up his nose, but it makes him very sleepy and dopey. Poor little guy. I hate seeing him like this; even if he seems cheery I know it's no fun to lose the ability to breathe through your nose.
To top it all off Harrison pulled a chair over on himself just before bedtime and split his lip open...blood all over, screaming, tears, etc. It was awful. And I was two feet away but couldn't get there in time to stop it from happening. Brendan, who was working on the basement at the time of The Accident, rushed to our aid, cleaned up our boy, and hugged the poor mom who felt awful that she let this happen to her already ill child. We let him suck on an icecube, which helped stop the bleeding, made him smile with our endless games of peek-a-boo (his puffed out bottom lip still touched his top lip when he smiled...my poor baby), and promptly sent him to bed. We're hoping for a less dramatic, and less drippy, day tomorrow.
Coming soon....pictures of our basement project! Stay tuned...
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