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My parents came up for a visit this past weekend and between all of the things we got up to while they were here, as well as all of the coughing and sneezing and nose-blowing, I didn't have much chance to update. Actually, I didn't get online very much at all, which is always refreshing, considering the amount of time I spend aimlessly wandering the web, hoping against hope I'll come across something interesting, but generally always failing. Once upon a time (as in last Summer and Fall) I put into practice a "No internet after 8PM" rule because of all of the time-wasting that was going on. (This rule applied to exactly no one other than myself because Dave is a lost cause what with all of the facebooking failblogging youtubing work he has to do at night.)

Anyway, over the weekend we: delivered a meal to a friend who recently had a baby; delivered birthday presents to the most angelic 3-year old you've ever seen; had hot dogs, chili fries, onion rings, and lots of root beer at A&W; went bowling; ate sticky buns from Mr. Sticky's; attended a Hafla; put together an amazing Valentine's dinner; stuffed ourselves with chocolate dipped strawberries courtesy of Dave; came down with colds; squeezed in a late-evening, girls-only trip to Target; played an addictive game of Solitaire that turned out to be a fun group game; spent a day at home watching the snow fall. Not bad for a three day visit.

On Friday, Holly was showing signs of having caught Henry's cold. By Monday it hit her sinuses and she was absolutely miserable. We brought her to the Dr's Monday morning for a quick checkup since Henry had been diagnosed with bronchitis the week before and she seemed to be working at having to breathe. The Doctor said it seemed like it was just a really, really bad cold, which was good news. Holly had a nice long nap when we came home, then was sort of in and out of it the rest of the day. We put her down around 7PM and she cried and cried and cried. I brought her downstairs and we spent some quality time on the couch watching the Olympics. It was very sweet having a cute little girl tucked under my chin. We had to wait until 8:30 to give her another dose of Tylenol after which I nursed her and put her back to bed. That seemed to do the trick. She woke up twice that night which surprised the heck out of me because she seemed pretty miserable; I was certain Dave and I would be switching off comforting her all night. She's feeling much better now. Tomorrow she has her 6-month checkup. Between well-baby visits, emergencies, and sickness, I feel like we're spending a ton of time at the Doctors. Ah well, soon it will be Spring.