OH!! My NOSE!!

Watching a little Elmo this morning...with her tissue box.

A picture is worth 1000 words. This one pretty well sums up our week here at the Held House. Have you ever seen anything more pitiful? Rachel came down with a bad cold Monday night. Nancy and I both had it by Wednesday morning. Rachel definitely takes after her MomMom in the cold management tactics. She does NOT like a runny nose. Wiping is preferred to blowing. Two tissues are better than one, three are better than two. Soft ones, please! And give her a wide berth when she is both tired and sick... it's not pretty. Whenever the slightest hint of anything might be running from her nose, she exclaims "OH! MY NOSE! MY NOSE!!" I'm looking forward to when she's old enough for nasal spray.

So far, the Held men have managed to escape the germs of the Held women. Here's hoping that next week will involve a lot less than 7 boxes of Puff's.