Our two-year-old just woke up and came over to me and wiped his nose on my sleeve. Gross. Then he started pleading, "Uckger, UCKGERRR, UCKGERRRRR!" I couldn't decipher it, since he shook his head when I asked him "Soccer? Locker? Booger?" I know it could not possibly be the F-word. According to his dad and T, he's started calling his molars something like that uckger word so maybe they're the problem. Hmm.
He was miserable for two days last week. He's still coughing a little and his nose runs but it's my turn to be miserable. It's as if my body has cold layers, the worst and most sensitive layer being my skin. I'm spending most of my time in bed under a blanket and two comforters, coughing up disgusting remnants of my immune system's battle with this mini-flu. I can't smell or taste anything, I don't really want to eat anything. So far I haven't lost my voice and gone to the clinic, like I did in January. So far. If K weren't here to do everything I'd be much worse off.
Somehow, he and T don't get sick like the little ones and I do. He's got much healthier habits than I have... like not hanging out in 3rd grade stapling bookorder flyers together, or cutting out construction-paper space helmets for kindergartners.
I think LittleK's next on the miserable list, she's at the constant-cough stage but still has enough energy to get dressed and play outside.
By the way, our nephew Abe has gotten so much better this weekend, he's been able to go home and hang out with his brothers! Yay Abe!!!!
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