Life has accelerated to a new level of crazy recently. Sam seems to figure out a new thing every hour, and Richard and myself are both going full bore in our work lives. It is therefore not terribly surprising that this past weekend an illness swept through the house that knocked our busy selves flat.

Sam started off with a couple of days of unusually high fussiness. “Teething,” we told ourselves hopefully. “Poor baby.”

Then Richard got a cold. “Bummer,” we thought. “But Sam is probably already past it and Catherine surely will be spared.”

Then Catherine got it, and Richard got worse, and Sam’s nose…let’s just say you should all be glad I didn’t end up posting a video of his cute new babbling habit. The sight of his nose was not Internet decent. It was foul. By this point we’d moved onto “this sucks!”. Delusion hour was way over.

But then we were on the mend. We went back to work. Sam went back to daycare.

Then at 1am this morning Samuel woke us up with a horrible cough and an inability to wail at his usual volume because he couldn’t get enough air. Hello 1am ER trip. 2 hours, 1 breathing treatment, 1 steroid shot, and $100 dollars later we returned home. Poor guy has croup.

Today I’m home with him and the poor guy is the sickest I’ve ever seen him. He’s still pretty good natured, but all he wants to do is sleep and cuddle. So, at least for today, busy has to take a break while my little guy and I have a PJ Day on the couch.