1) I came down with my first cold. Sniffle, snort. My mom wanted to record the sound of me stuffed up, sneezing and coughing to document the event, but in the end, decided it was in poor taste. Fortunately, despite my tender age, my immune system has proved to be pretty tough. A few steam baths and nights with the Vicks humidifier left me almost as good as new. Mom wasn’t so lucky--a week later she was still fighting it off.
2) I started regularly sleeping through the night. I’m not sure why it happened now; perhaps, it’s all the darkness up here in the frozen North or maybe I’m just worn out after all the eating and time spent with family. Mom and Dad have been adhering to a pretty regular routine: bath (every other night--the air is quite dry up here for my sensitive skin), a snack and then an air lift into the crib, where I fall sound asleep around 10pm, not waking up until 6 or 7am. I haven’t decided whether I’m going to continue this trend or not--I kind of like keeping my parents on their toes.