Arlo is suffering through his very first cold. With daddy back at school around all those germs, and he and mom dropping in to visit from time to time, it was inevitable that he would come into contact with something sooner or later. We were over for dinner with Rory, Kathy, and Iris last night when he started feeling poorly. In his usual cheerful style he was all smiles and giggles for Iris, and he had some good moments, but by dinner it was apparent that he was just not himself, and couldn't settle. We headed home early, and after a bath put him right to bed, but he was pretty full of mucus, and woke more often than normal through the night, and when he woke, it was in tears and bubbles. Today was a tough one for him, but he is off to bed now, and with a couple of days of rest he should be back to normal. It might just be a bit harder on his mom and dad as we are not used to hearing him cry, or to seeing tears running down his face like they did all day today. Like his Great Grandma Kalynuk would say though, "better days are coming." Hopefully he'll bounce back quickly.
Hanging out with his friend Iris was the highlight of Arlo's weekend. He started to feel under the weather a little later Saturday night and had to call it an early night.
Because the boy can't blow his nose properly, mom tried out a nasal aspirator. Like the trooper he truly is (he never squirms for q-tip cleaning of the ears or nose, or wet cloth wipes of the face) this thing didn't phase him a bit. He even lent a hand in squeezing it.
Man is he focused! Perhaps there was a bit too much suction?
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