Gardner and I are trying to enjoy our day in today. I'm keeping him in due to a cold that's settling into his chest, creating a tell-tale rattling sound from deep within. After a call to the pediatrician, I have him on a regimen of medicines that should clear it up, that combined with a 24/7 humidifier, Vick's Baby Rub, and lots of liquids (oh, and chicken noodle soup). As much as it pains me to miss church again, I know that I am doing the right thing. I am just glad I have a little man who loves to be at home as much as I do sometimes. We've been listening to praise music this morning, singing, and reading books. It still feels sort of like a Sunday.
Gardner's still hanging on to this lingering cold. Mine's about gone, but alas, Ken has succombed to its grips as well. Gardner's sounds like it wants to settle into his chest, but then again, I always think that, and it always clears right up in a day or two. I am giving him his Dimetapp faithfully so that his little nose will drain and his ears won't become infected. When he's not feeling well, the whole house is affected. He wants more cuddle time, which I just adore. Yet he's also more liable to become irate at little things, and that can be trying sometimes. Yet I realize full well that I am the same exact way when I'm ill, making sharp comments and being all-around grumpy. Not that I'm proud of that. I guess it's just a disposition. None of us handle feeling bad very well; we're all big babies!! :) We're currently trying to decide what Valentine's Day crafts to undertake. He's getting to the "I love to color...
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