Fourth Street Flu Epidemic

About a week ago I started feeling not so great, napping a lot, feeling a bit foggy. This weekend it turned into a full blown summer cold, and always generous, I shared it with my entire family. Milo started sneezing Friday morning, and by Friday evening Steven was feeling feverish.

When Milo sneezes sometimes huge gobs of stuff come out and get his hands all sticky, and he starts to cry this really panicked, high-pitched cry like "Holy crap my nose just exploded all over my hand and I can't get it off!" I know it's wrong, but I find this hilarious. When Steven sneezes it's less amusing.

Then for good measure Steven twisted his ankle on Saturday morning while playing soccer. The soccer is part of a "let's do stuff out of the house" movement, where we both sat down and had a long talk about how we needed to watch less TV and do more activities that don't involve either each other or Milo. Steven found two such activities, and thus far I have none. I want to take tennis lessons but ... maybe not so much. I'm tired. It's a long way to the tennis center.

Then this morning Milo's nanny arrived and promptly sneezed her way through the front door. Milo seems to have gotten over his cold. So for those keeping score, the order of decrepitude is:
- Steven
- Me
- Nanny
- Milo

Milo seems to have the immune system of a rhinoceros. Or, Superman, is maybe a better analogy, since for all I know rhinos get lots of colds. But either way, all those people who said weaning him early from the breast would compromise his immune system can SUCK IT.