Sick, Sick, Sick

Sick, Sick, Sick is a song. I can't get it out of my head. Because "sick, sick, sick" are the only words I know and that so perfectly describes the three of us right now.

David and I have colds on top of our colds. It's seriously out of control. Everyone keeps saying, "Yeah... the first year is the toughest...." Does anyone have any idea how unhelpful that little tidbit is? 'Cause Evan is only FOUR MONTHS OLD! Are we seriously doomed to be sick for the next 8 months? Someone please shoot me now.

Luckily, David and I are far more miserable than Evan. We're doing everything possible to keep him comfortable but those things, like using the nose sucker on him, seem to make him more miserable. He's fairly happy with a nose full of snot. He is a kid, after all.

all boogers, all the time