We are in the midst of The First Cold. No, not a snap in the weather, although that has been lovely and cool. The common cold. A runny nose. Watery eyes. Snuffles. Low fever. Sleeplessness. Maggie has actually been quite a trooper. She's been mostly her normal playful self; just a little clingier and more easily tired. And then when she's tired, she's not really able to sleep very well. We have raised the head side of her mattress by stuffing a pillow underneath and she's being allowed to fall asleep while nursing (which is usually verboten). Except for last night when we were up a lot and walking a lot and singing a lot and patting a lot and sleeping not a lot, we're pretty unscathed. We're mostly grateful that we're not flying on a plane until next weekend. When everything will be back to normal.
Other than that, Maggie's doing great. She's added beets and rye and broccoli and yogurt to her food repertoire and has begun to think it's fun to chew on the furniture. Still not a lot of progress on "no," by the way. But with lots of supervision, we do still have a coffee table.
