Boogers

Tis the season for spring time colds... It started with Gunther Jr. He came home from daycare one day with a runny nose. The next day there was a cough. And then it went from there. More snot, more coughing, and then the realization from him. "I'm sick." All because Daddy didn't want him to go outside without wearing a warm outfit and a coat on. So, he became clingy, mopey, and quiet... That lasted for a day and a half. Now there's still boogers. Still coughing. And he still knows he's sick. But it's more fun to be a rampaging snot monster than a boy who curls up on the couch to watch cartoons and play with his puzzles.

Then, as nature would have it, Gunther got Jr's cold. I swear, that man is the healthiest sick person I know. He takes his vitamins, eats his veggies, and still, if someone sneezes within a 50 mile radius of him, he'll catch whatever's going around. So now both my boys (Gunther isn't overly fond of it when I say that) are sick. At least my husband isn't being a rampaging snot monster...

I guess it's a damned good thing I have a strong stomach. Between the two of them in the past few days alone, I could probably paste wallpaper across the house with the guck they've produced. And there's nothing that tests your gag reflex like a 3 foot toddler with a gooey string of stuff connecting from his nose to the floor.

If anything though, the positive is that now I have an exucse to make a big batch of soup.