Flashback Friday Photo (45 weeks, 4 days)

One of the projects that we (that is, Sprout Daddy) has taken on recently is the organization of the thousands of photos we have on my computer. Many of these photos you haven't seen, so I might try and catch you up on some of the best occasionally. These are photos of Zeke from last month with one of his absolute favorite toys, a LeapFrog learning table. I wouldn't have thought to buy it for him, but we got it as a hand-me-down and it would have been a tragedy to have missed all this happiness. It is amazing what absolute joy you can get from some flashing lights and molded plastic. I think he is going through withdrawal this week actually, as the batteries have rundown and we have yet to replace them.

We have to run some old photos as Zeke is not very photogenic this week. Yes, hard to believe, hard to admit, but completely true. Zeke has his second cold ever and it is so much worse than the first one. It started out with him being a little cranky, a little unhappy when I left him with others (he was not crazy about about me leaving him at the childcare center at the Y and also cried when a friend babysat him on Saturday), and lots of erratic sleeping. By Tuesday he was a snot spigot. We missed our neighborhood playgroup, Little Gym and some other outings, because I didn't want him to be the Typhoid Mary of the under a year set. I didn't think it could get worse, but it did. I can't describe it, though, because it is not appropriate to record for all the world the multihued colors and viscosity of your child's snot. Poor, poor baby.

What's also terrible is that I have been blaming him for the cold I had last week and it appears I might have been wrong. In general, I've been feeling really run down for the past two months and perpetually teetering on the edge of ick. I feel like he passes all the germs he's encounter and passes them onto me. I've heard actually that part of the magic of breastfeeding is that babies transmit germs while nursing via their saliva to their mothers who then quickly turnaround to produce the right antibodies, but again, I'm trying not to be too graphic in this post. We actually know a number of other babies and moms who have been sick (and I don't breastfeed any of them) so I am trying to guess who got us sick and who we got sick. I'm wanting to feel more cautious and keep him in a plastic bubble, but I'm sure that would only be entertaining for a short bit and not very helpful. After all, I can't protect him from everything.