The First of Many

colds has hit our little Minnow. He is handling it very well, except of course when I try to clean out his nose. It is certainly his absolutely least favorite thing in the world. You would think I was poking him with a hot stick, etc. He is sleeping well still and has just as much energy as ever, he just can't really breath through his nose. He hates having his nose wiped, etc. He would much rather rub his face on my shirt or pants for cleaning. This is just another in my rites of passage as a mom. There seems to have been quite a few lately--first surgery, first tooth and now first cold. I can't even imagine how many more firsts are too come, but I look forward to each and everyone of them.