Sniffles

The poor Little Mite is not feeling the "Mae West" ( not the best, for all you non-rhyming, normal people out there! :-) ) I think it's an evil cocktail of teeth (will those blasted things come through already!) and a dose of the sniffles.
We are blessed with a very affectionate daughter, she's a lean-mean-hugging-and-kissing-machine and we LOVE it. But yesterday, she was even more hugg-y and clingy than ususal.

At one stage, she had had her breakfast and I was rinsing out her bowl, when I heard the most heartbreaking little whimper from the highchair. When I came to check on her, she just gave me the saddest big eyed look and there were tears rolling over her cheeks. She had the sniffles so bad that her eyes were just watering with it.
I lifted her from her chair and she just draped herself over my shoulder, one arm hanging down, the other one clenched around my neck..... Could have cried......
Later I had given her some Dozol for much needed relief and she fell asleep on my lap for three hours..... Sleep is the best thing for them when they are like this and I am always happy to add "Sleeping Aid" to the list of Multi-Tasking-Mamma-Duties.

........ Even when I was bursting to use the little Mamma's room after 2 hours.....