Aaarrrrggh! Not again...

Easton has got another yucky cold. I don't think he was even completely over the last one. But today he woke up at 6:45 coughing and coughing and hasn't really stopped. His nose is out of control too. Worse than last time. Poor guy has been coughing so hard that he gags likes he's about to hurl. No fever. But, we did decide to ask the doctor about a cough medicine for the first time. So, he's gotten his first ever dose of Tylenol's "Cough and Runny Nose" medicine and now he's having a nap. Hopefully the medicine will keep him from coughing himself awake. It's these darn classes and outings. Even with all the hand washing we do those bugs still find him. Poo. He is all better after his sting. Last night when he went to bed it was still swollen a bit but not so red. He did have a little red streak going from the sting site to the back of his hand where the majority of the swelling was. I regretted not giving him Benadryl. Oh well. Live and learn.

In better news, I am 16 weeks today and "they" say with subsequent pregnancies you often feel movement before 16 weeks. Guess what: I do. Deucie started moving where I can feel it back on Wednesday. It makes me a little sad to even admit this, but it's not as exciting as it was last time. I'm thinking it'll get better when Jason and even Easton can share the movements with me, perhaps? With my first pregnancy by the time I could feel definite movement Jason could feel it on the outside too and it was lots of fun. We're not there yet with this one. :( Anyway, Deuce is on the loose. Yay!

I was sure enjoying all that time with Easton being a sleepy head. The streak may be over now, although it might not--it could just be his cough that woke him this morning. It's been so nice to take leisurely showers in the morning complete with shaving and using yummy body washes instead of a boring (yet quicker) bar of soap. When he woke up this morning he was quiet for a bit after coughing. Then he started calling for me, moved on to calling for J, and then called for "baby". At 7 I went to get him and we all hung out for a bit in our room until we were completely awake. Easton really did want his "baby" (Baby Pooh) and he cuddled him and we put him "nigh nigh" in our bed. Very sweet.

And one last "sweet" story since I have no pics for you today: Yesterday Easton was dancing to the Thomas the Train song. He had his hands on his hips and even threw in a couple of pelvic thrust moves. Well, that cracked me up and he likes making us laugh so he stopped dancing and looked at me sweetly and cupped my cheek with his hand. Heart-melting, I tell you. It was soooooo precious. Him standing there cupping my cheek lovingly. Being his mom is the best. Love it! Love him!

Well, with this recent illness development we're not so sure about our football friends coming tomorrow. Their son goes to daycare though so they may be just fine with it after all. Then there's Baby John's parents I have to warn as well. Who knows how it'll all go down? Anyway...off to eat some lunch and then LSU plays. Geaux Tigers!