If my children have to get sick, I beg providence to make it happen on days when Dr. Tomkoria, their regular doctor, is in the office. If her 'alternate' partner tells me, once more, that it's "nice to meet" me, I might get a touch smug. I wondered for a serious second today if she might suffer from selective memory loss.
Emery's first sniffles. I always feel rotten when these tiny guys get sick. As if I break open their life supply of health and it starts to inevitably leak, little by little. Hope weekend brings these guys some R&R and general betterment, since Maya and Bug are also demonstrating signs of micro-congestion. Sigh. Welcome, silly fall weather.
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