Sick AGAIN

Rachel had the sneezes and a runny nose for, oh, approximately 6 hours or so, but still found time to pass it along to Drew and me. She, of course, never stopped moving.
I, on the other hand, stayed home from work yesterday, downing NyQuil and sleeping much of the time. I didn't leave our air-conditioned bedroom except to go to the bathroom and eat lunch around 4:15 and dinner at 10:30.

Rachel waved excitedly at me last night and tried to hand me Mr. Potato Head. Unfortunately I couldn't do much more than smile and stagger off to bed.

I will say this: During the worst of it, on Tuesday night, I was lying on my side next to her as she played in the living room. I started coughing and sat upright. She probably saw the look of misery on my face and then did the strangest thing: She raced over to me (it was the fastest I've ever seen her crawl) with an anxious look on her face, heading straight for my lap. Then she lay her head down on my leg as if she was trying to comfort me! It was so sweet! "Oh, sweetie, it's okay!" I said. "Mommy's not going to die, she's just sick."

I'm feeling a little better today, still tired and with a sore back, but here at work. I am hoping we can take her to the pool tonight. Drew and Rachel went there last night, and he reported that she had a great time splashing around. We've decided not to give her swim lessons until age 3, when the American Pediatric Association recommends it.