The Undiscovered Country

Another First

Babies are all about firsts: the first smile, the first laugh, the first rollover - you get the drift.

There are other firsts not so fun.

My baby caught his first cold. It started yesterday, but I wasn't certain that's what he had. Now I am with the flushed cheeks, coughing, sneezing, runny nose, lots of sleep, and all-around fussiness. No fever, thank goodness.

Poor little guy.

He's such a trooper, though. We went to Walmart and Hobby Lobby with Mom and he was his normal, quiet and absorbing-all-the-sights-and-sounds self. When I gave him a new toy, he giggled, and he wasn't above flirting with my mom and all the other ladies who fawned over him.

He despises when I wipe his nose though! Oh, does he get pissed at me. Takes after his mom, I suppose. I hated my face wiped when I was little, too.

Now that he's bedded down for the night, I will tackle more editing that I've fallen behind on. Caught a bit of a cold meself, I haven't had the gumption to do much except take care of Thomas and catch up on my sleep.

G'Night all.