a face only a mother could love

Not unlike so many people- we've got a pretty hardy sickness (flu?) going on in our house. Tagg and I have been sick since February 1st, with a few days off in the middle of the month (such a tease) Cooper is fine now, and of course, Aaron only gets sick for two or three days.

Sleeping has been difficult, as this cold comes with a terriably sore throat, which loves to strike at all hours of the night. Between the kids being sick, and myself, no one is sleeping much around here (ok, just a tiny bit bitter that Aaron sleeps right through all the midnight medications, and rocking back to sleep of two sick kids)

Tagg, being the everlasting trooper that he is, is taking the cold the best out of all of us, even though he is getting slammed awfully hard. A few nights ago, while the kids were sleeping upstairs (both in their beds- that is right, not pack and play- but I don't want to mention it too much and jinx it) Aaron and I were downstairs watching TV before bed, when I heard that sound I am all too familiar with. . . the sound of a barking seal in my son's big-boy-bed.

For those not familiar with that sound, it's the cough of a kid with croup. Tagg gets croup almost every time he gets a cold, so we've gotten pretty good at treating it. So off to bed I go, and prepare my room for a night filled with sick kids.

2am or so - here he comes. Little footie pajamas shuffling down the hallway, and through the bathroom, barking all the way to my side of the bed. Poor little man. His nose had been completely sealed over with boogies, and boogies have been smeared (and dried) all over his cheeks, and the side of his neck. To top it all off, he's also acquired his brother's conjunctivitis, so his left eye was completely crusted over. He was so pitiful. Talk about a face only a mother could love.