The Guppy has a cold. Her nose is running a little, and she is various levels of hoarse, depending on how much talking she does (levels range from a lot to a whole lot; staying quiet is not a skill that she possesses). She gets tired early, and is moody. She has complained about not feeling well and her throat bothering her.
The Minnow has a cold. He’s coughing and sneezing more than normal. His nose is running and he is congested. He is crying more and is harder to console. He hasn’t commented on how he feels but we’re reading the signals.
I do not have a cold. I’m fine.
The biggest struggle this weekend, with the two of them slightly under the weather, has been convincing the Guppy that she cannot get right into her brother’s face. She can’t kiss and hug him, and she can’t play with him as much as she’d like. She has a cold. Her logic (which I will concede makes sense) is that if he has a cold as well, then why not let them play? After all, they both have colds. Except, as we explain to her, they might have different colds, and they will just make each other sicker.
Today’s adventures include:
- 15 solid minutes of the Minnow crying after being changed, burped, hushed, and fed.
- The Guppy declaring that she only wanted chips and cheese from Moe’s, and not Taco Bell. And after I got her the requested food, she declined to eat it, stating that she wanted the chips and cheese from Taco Bell instead.
- Episodes of Paw Patrol and Dora and Friends (and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but I don’t mind that as much).
- The Jets sucking the fun out of my day. That’s not specifically related to the colds in the house, but it did kind of stink.
It’s always fun when the kids have colds.