Nooooooooo

It was bound to happen one day.  I was secretly hoping somehow we could get by with never encountering it.  But it is here.

Asher has a cold.

And it is the saddest thing I have ever seen.  He is sniffly, he is snorty, he is sneezy.  And he can't sleep.  And when you pick him up he buries his snotty face in your armpit and whimpers like a hoarse seal.  Ugh.  Make it stop.  

But there were some bright parts to our day... we had Grandma Bette, Aunt Jennifer, and Uncle Jay visiting, we had Halloween Yoga, and our family footie pajamas arrived in the mail from Grandma Dot.  So all in all, despite all the yuckiness, the day was a win.

Oh Harlan.

Stomp Stomp.

Hello Aunt Jen!