Me And My Sickie

Is there anything more pathetic than a sick, helpless, little kid with a head cold? Ball full of snot aside, there are worse things in the world than cuddling and napping on the couch under a soft blanket all afternoon with my little peanut.

We were supposed to head to my in-laws for the day for Megan's grandfather's birthday party. But since Miss Abby is currently on O2 (just 1 lpm, nothing to worry about), she and I stayed at the homestead together as an 18 month old, sick or not, is not allowed to be home alone and unsupervised for an extended period of time. Betcha never knew that.

So now it's off to make Abby her cocktail. That's right. A cocktail. How else do you think she's going to sleep tonight?

Well, OK, so not a cocktail in the conventional sense. In the next few minutes, she'll enjoy (in one form or another):

• Flovent
• Xopenex
• Atrivent
• Singulair
• Omnicef (day 10 - yahoo!)
• Orapred
• Motrin
• Tylenol

Yummy.

And while I'm doing that, AJ is laying down watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas" a mere 3 1/2 hours before April 1st. And no, we don't have it on DVD. It's been living on our DVR since December (and "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" has been on there since October).

Good grief.