Cold and flu season hits home

Ah, November. In the morning we wake to a thick covering of fog. The nights are misty. We don funny looking hats atop our heads and shiver as we walk.

We get sick. That's what we do in November.

Poor little Buddy Boo has a cold. His nose is runny, he's coughing, he can't sleep because he's having trouble breathing. And he's not even in daycare.

We broke the bedtime routine tonight because we couldn't bear it. Listening to our sweet little baby struggle. So he is asleep on the couch next to me right now. He'll probably come to bed with us tonight because I want to be there, just in case. I'm a softy, so sue me. I just want my Boo to be happy and healthy 100% of the time. What's so wrong with that?