ailing and wailing (working title of my memoirs)

Senor Onion has a cold and he is a wee bit congested. There isn't much we can do about it besides help him wipe his nose, try and keep him entertained and hope it doesn't get worse. I suppose if one wants to look for the positive side to the situation; it is that he can blow his nose with assistance and he now understands to cover his mouth when he coughs (most of the time) so he isn't spreading so many germs about the place. We can't really give him anything as it is now considered not a hot idea to give small children cold medicine. (which makes sense) And all you can do is ride it out. I suspect he picked it up at the library. Land of runny-nosed children who fondle all the toys and then wipe their noses on Clifford the Big Red Dog puppet.
Where two or three are gathered...there is snot in the midst of them.
AND poor Miss Biscuit seems to have caught whatever her brother is rocking -though it is fairly minor because she is nursing and I have antibodies that take ass-kicking lessons from Jason Statham. It can kill germs with a shirt. Trufax as the kids on the internet used to say. The snorfling noises she makes because she is stuffed up is equal parts cute and tragic. Think of a bulldog, but even cuter. Okay this may only be cute because I am her Mother.

( colds, children who don't sleep, relearning Motherhood and the rest )

let's have some fun.

( New camera and stuff )