When will it end?

Number One woke up numerous times last night with coughing fits. She's being her typical laid-back self about it, but it must be getting her down. Since she started childcare in January not one day has passed when she didn't have a snotty nose. No wonder the poor little thing makes such a fuss whenever anyone approaches with a baby wipe, tissue or paper towel. I've taken to doing it by stealth now - creeping up behind her and taking a quick, but hopefully efficient swipe in the hope I will avoid the shouts of anger that normally follow a front-on attack. These endless colds (and teething too, we think), are certainly character building for her. She's proving to be very resilient, and there really have been very few tears considering how miserable she must feel most of the time.

I put it down to the fact that she's so pleased with everything else she's been accomplishing lately that she doesn't think about the colds. Since 14 February she has got her first two teeth, learnt to sit up, then crawl, wave, clap hands and pull herself up to standing firstly on one of us, but more recently on bits of furniture. She's also had her first taste of mud, much to my shock (although not enough that I didn't run for the camera first!) And she's becoming quite the dancer, bopping away to pretty much anything. She will even dance when I sing, although I'm not quite sure how she recognises that what is coming out of my mouth has anything to do with music. I am wondering though whether she's destined to be full of cold forever - approaching two solid months and no end in sight.

And today I have another cold too. I think Number One's given it to me, but I had thought that after all my various sicknesses last month, and the massive regular doses of vitamins I'm now taking, that I would be able to avoid catching any more colds. I guess not. Can't wait to get home now to relax with a nice cup of tea.