Oh the sadness that is a baby with a cold.
Both the little ones are sick, along with Daddy. Head colds, for the lot of them. Which means it is SNOT-TAY around here. I don’t know when kids learn to wipe their nose on your shirt or hair, but even the one year old does it now. The only saving grace is that they are tired and are allowed Benadryl. Sweet, sweet benadryl.