Some Days I Miss Working in an Office, Where My Job Did Not Involve Wiping Noses

Boy, are we having a tough day here. Julia came down with a cold today, and as always, that means that once the bug has hit her, she sleeps LESS than usual, not more, even though she's exhausted and miserable. As of now, she's been in her crib for over an hour but has only napped about 20 minutes. The rest of the time has been punctuated by her coughs, sneezes, sniffles, tears, and calls of, "Mama, Mama, Mama...." When I go in there to wipe her nose, give her some medicine, cuddle her, re-settle her down with her blankie and her multitude of napping "friends," and walk toward the door again, she wipes her eyes and says bravely each time in a tearful voice, "S'eep tight Mama!"

In addition to that pathetic cuteness, there's the fact that for longstanding and complicated reasons related to a board book called "Hug" that she got from friends as a newborn, her daddy calls her "Bobo," which has morphed into all sorts of permutations depending on the situation, such as "Saddy-Bo," "Scared-Bo," etc. This morning Christopher said to her, "You're such a Sickie-Bo today!" and all day long since, every time she's sneezed or sniffled, Julia has said afterward in a mournful voice, "Sickie-Bo." Sigh.

Naturally, I've already caught her sniffles, and there clearly will be no napping today, so we are a couple of saddy sickie-bos, for sure.