An essay on our health.

So we get sick every month for about one week. I blame nursery and suppressed immune systems. November was no exception, and perhaps in celebration of cold weather and the coming of winter, it was worse than most months. We got hit with some colds that really took us out. As usual, this is what the sickness did to us: Madeline had very few symptoms other than a slight cough at night and a barely runny nose, but she was excessively cranky and disobedient all week. Kimberly was only slightly cranky but had a bad runny nose and cough, and woke up a lot at night because she was congested. I got slammed with headaches, sore throat, sinus pressure, fatigue, and other fun stuff. Jessie got it later than the rest of us and pumped himself up on iborofen and cold medicine and survived with a slight sore throat. That's usually how it goes every month. But this month instead of being wiped out for one day, I was unfunctional for about three or four, after which I cracked and went to the doctor. I love doctors because they tell you helpful things like "It's viral. It'll get better sometime. Good luck." So I stocked up on medicine for everyone and chocolate donuts (because I think the doctor meant to prescribe me some but didn't through typographical oversight) and we settled in to wait it out. Only when we went to Kimberly's year checkup, the doctor pronounced double ear infection. Missed that. Whoops. Apparently Kimberly is a tough little bugger and doesn't like to complain. But after a round of antibiotics all around, we're hopeful better days are coming. And I'm thinking about returning to the land of the living, after I put my house back in order.

But enough about germs and drugs and our laziness. Other than Kimberly's infections, she's a healthy little punk. Tall and skinny though. 90th percentile in height and 25th for weight. The doctor reccomended copious amounts of peanut butter, cheese, and other fats if she ever wants a chance to star on the Biggest Loser. Madeline begged for but did not receive a shot and had to content herself with checking out Kimberly's bandaid. She tried to invent a myriad of mosquito bites and sores when we got home to solicit her own bandaid, but the lack of blood did her in. So she had to settle for some leftover birthday cake and watching Cars for the tenth time. Poor girl.