Oh, my poor little snot-nosed Kiddle. He's had a monster cold since last Thursday that just isn't abating. I won't gross out anyone with pictures of his alternately goopy/crusty face; let's just say he's nasty and leave it at that. Of course we went to Liberty Science Center that first morning he came down with it (... thought it might be allergies ...), so my apologies to all for his germy little hands.
One benefit to the massive amount of goopiness flowing out of him ... he's starting to grasp the concept of blowing his nose. Of course he WILL NOT let Mommy hold the tissue, HE HAS TO DO IT. But at least he will, on occasion, make the attempt. Oh, the odd things we celebrate as parents.
He's been on Singulair for almost a month now, but I can't say I've seen much of an improvement with his cough. I think I'll finish out the week with it, then try taking him off. I haven't noticed any aggression issues like my nephew had, but he has had a hard time going to sleep at night since he's been on it. Connected? We'll see.
Who Am I?
- Kelly
- a former okie transplanted to the northeast.
a former career-ista transplanted to life at home with the six-year-old and the three-year-old.
and a memory-challenged mom who realized she better start writing things down.
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