Quack Quack Cough

So what do you do when your children are sick enough that you miss all your play dates and spend every moment administering Tylenol, nose wipes and hugs? Charlotte is still coping with her tummy virus (last night I was simultaneously coated in puke and diarrhea) and Harry, we discovered this morning, has an ear infection. So...we did the only thing we could think of yesterday that wouldn't tax him (there's only so much Thomas the Tank Engine a parent can watch without needing a frontal lobotomy), we took the kids to the waterfront to feed the ducks. Then it was back to the warm house for more rest. You know your toddler is sick when he requests his afternoon nap an hour early. But we didn't need a reminder. His cough rattles the rafters and his mood is low. Poor guy doesn't even want to eat. And for Harry, well, that is something indeed. Before dinner I engaged him in some cookie making. We think he's going to be a good cook one day. He handles a rolling pin better than some of my girlfriends (who shall remain nameless).