Boogery

A quick note to say that we've been felled by a nasty cold - first Nora, now mama. We're still counting Nora's lifetime sick days on one hand - but this last one was a whammy. Hacking cough, rivers of snot, and her first real fever. Poor thing wanted to do nothing but curl up on mama's chest. All of this prompted a ferocious case of separation anxiety (hoarse cries of "Mamaaa!" with lots of tears), which Nonna handled tenderly. Thank god for Nonna. And for Kleenex. And for the small bank of sick leave that let mama rush home.

A quick trip to the pediatrician confirmed that Nora's ears and lungs were clear ("just a nasty cold"), so we waited it out through a few sleepless nights. Tylenol is our friend. Nora affectionately calls it her "Mellie." (Medicine?) We've had to explain that she can't have it every day. We've also discovered that the word "booger" is hilarious even to a 17-month-old who has no real context for gross humor.

The visit to the doc gave us some surprising news - Nora is still not to the 20 pound mark! We thought she reached it long ago, thusly moving her carseat to forward facing. However, she weighed in at a whopping 19.9 lbs and measured 31.75 inches. Slow but steady, and she eats just fine, so no worries. But Owie the Meatball is gaining on her ...

Once Nora felt a little better, we went outside for fresh air and splashing in puddles. Good for what ails you, you know.