Olive has been battling her first cold. This on the heels of me and Ian having whatever it was we had (stupid, crummy virus). She’s been a trooper about it, though. A sweet, snotty trooper. Did I mention snot? Lots of it. Lots and lots and heaps and buckets and lots of it. Seriously, I have no idea how such a tiny nose can produce that amount of mucous. To quote a great line from a great movie, “Inconceivable!”.
The good news is… it’s almost run its course. When I went to get her this morning, you could actually see her nose and not just a dried mass of goo. Encouraging and far less icky. It is important to note that Olivia absolutely hates having her face wiped. You can see how this has been a problem for her in the last few days. Poor thing.