I'm sick. And tired. And sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
Lucky for us, Ben had planned to take today and tomorrow off, long before the three of us got sick.
And lucky for me, Noah feels comfortable enough now with his breathing treatments that he will hold the mask himself. A huge step from the first treatment on Friday in which he screamed. the. entire. time. Both of the kids are feeling better {though, they've still got wicked coughs} and I've all but lost my voice.
Buddy, I can hardly believe you'll be three in just over a week.
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