Highs and Lows

What a week...

When fluids stopped flowing from places in the body that no fluids should ever flow we went back to school...well, I went back to school and he went to the sitter.  But the nastiness of the weekend was replaced by rivers of snot and a nice deep worrisome cough.  Such is life.

It had it's definite lows.

Poor baby.  This was just after arriving home.  He was already tired enough for bed.  But hey?  Might as well stay awake snotting and coughing and gasping for air until 10.  Tuesday and Wednesday night (and then wake up over and over again coughing and gasping for air as you aspirate your post nasal drip-lovely).   Makes life so much more interesting for mama!  

Tonight?  9.  Felt like I won the lottery.

A nice warm steamy bath, some little noses saline mist and the boy practically lights up with life.

Tig-Tig preparing for upcoming Tet events

The meat eater claiming supremacy

I call this one:

What not to do if you are an aspirator

and want to live til your 2'nd birthday

The bubble were cute-the aftermath ugly 

(though no 911 calls were made in the making of this post)

Here is a soapy bit of "new molar" loveliness 

Can he please have a tooth that grows in in less than a month? 

Pretty please?

And now, almost, the weekend.

May it be relatively fluid free in all the ways that count?

Please...