sick days

Obi-2 is sick... or allergic. We're not sure, but he started coughing a few hours into our visit to relatives & their cats on Sunday, and he's not better yet. He's gotten a similar "cold" a few hours into visits to friends with dogs. Mr. Kenobi is allergic to animals, and I'm allergic to the beautiful, blooming outdoors. I probably shouldn't be surprised if our boy ends up with allergies. And, if it's allergies, bummer. They are not fun.

Or perhaps it's a cold. I heard somewhere that there are 77 (?) strains of the common cold virus. Yikes! If that's true (which I don't know - it could be made-up), then we have 77 colds to get through... and probably the sooner, the better.

When you're two, sick days mean a lot of cuddles, mama trying to get you to sit still and read stories and rest. All you really have to do is try to convince me that you feel fine. We have read a lot of Thomas-the-train, Baby Animal, and (my favorite) Dr. Seuss. I love One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. So does Obi-2.

Obi-2 doesn't slow down, sick or not. In fact, if he's sick, he doesn't sleep well, which leaves me (and Mr. Kenobi) very tired and a bit grumpy. Why, oh why, doesn't sleep follow your illness, Obi-2? You need rest! I need rest! When you're thirty, sick days may mean missing work, rescheduling appointments, and very few people will feel sorry for you. When you're a grown-up, my dear, all you'll want to do is slow down!

We're going to download a few coloring pictures and play with some play-doh, and have a tea party with yummy "honey tea" and orange slices. I may even abandon turn-off-the-tv-week. Get well, soon, Obi-2.