Coughing and Wheezing and Barfing

Q-ster is recovering, but his little brother joined him in the land of coughs, plus a fever. There’s really nothing more pitiful than a sick baby.

After downing a bottle a dinnertime, Buster had a pretty epic barf, covering half our kitchen floor. As we consoled him and mopped the floor, SwingDaddy and I reminisced about how this kind of mess used to be a once or twice daily occurrence, since Q-ster was a barfy baby. We don’t miss those days, that’s for sure.

Anyway, I’m OD-ing on Vitamin C, Emergen-C, orange juice and carrots. Cheese-its are next, in an all-out effort to drown the beginnings of a sore throat in orangeness. Let’s hope for sleep tonight and a healthier tomorrow.

Unrelated photo of us on an unintentional matchy-matchy day. Once Q-ster noticed our clothes, he insisted on running upstairs to change his green socks to match my white socks.