We may be set for a tricky night. The little man has phlem. It certainly is trying at this age, when expectorants you're used to running to for yourself are not yet an option. I was a little dismayed to learn most cold meds are restricted to children 6 years and older. I will also admit to being sort of relieved, if you won't tell my hubby. For myself, I like trying to tough it out a bit before going for the heavy hitters. I believe in trial by fire, so to speak. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm thinking these first six years may be difficult, but may also set him up better to cope. Then again, it is difficult to watch him struggle.
On a more charming note, he has discovered the confidence to venture into his new ball pit, a week after opening the birthday gift from his Pepere. And now he won't come out. Peek-a-boo takes on an entirely new shine when there's windows to hide behind! We throw the balls out. We throw the balls in. We throw the balls at the dogs. It's all just fantastic fun.
Get a load of that hopper! Uncle Shane has a run for his money!
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