Eliza has her first cold. She has the runniest little nose I’ve ever seen. And sneezing, and watery eyes, and general fatigue. She still smiles at me through the snot, which is sweet. But you know she isn’t herself when she prefers quiet, sitting-down play time. We’ve been reading lots of books together. Thank goodness it’s her favorite activity, besides standing.
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