Doctor ordered rest for the bambino:
Dr. Seuss' I do not like green eggs and ham
The bambino is down for a second weekend in a row. Last weekend, his second tooth (or "dagger" as I sometimes call it) came in and, as of the other day, he's been terribly congested. Poor kid is grumpy and having trouble sleeping. As a result, of course, his parents feel a similar exhaustion (and, admitted grouchiness.)
With a running nose and occasional fever, we took him into the doctor for a sick appointment. The diagnosis is pretty much that yes, he is congested and yes, his parents are very nervous parents.
We've been doing everything: Saline spray, nose suction, fever meds, humidifier, sitting in the bathroom with a hot shower going, and trying to rest. It is impossible to explain "rest" to a baby, though. The bambino is now crawling and getting up (although not down) on his own. We did put up a baby gate, a sort of "anti-bambino" device, but it is both intriguing and frustrating to him.
I wish we could snuggle under the blankets, drink hot tea with honey and watch a silly movie. Those, however, are not activities for a bambino. We'll stick to reading our library books (lots o'Dr. Seuss), clapping and finger painting with mashed up carrots on the high chair tray.
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