Living with a bug magnet.

(sniff)
I'd advise you to read this as quickly as possible then leave, as I don't know how infectious I am.
You may wish to leave straight away without reading this, as there's no guarantee that I'll be entertaining either. I can't worry about that though. I'm far too busy trying to keep snot from the keyboard.

Have I mentioned Harriet before? Yes?
Oh well anyway, my gorgeous little girl has picked up her first bug and was quite ill on Monday night. Her nose was blocked, which made breathing hard work for her. I spent the night somewhere between sleep and wakefulness; my head too dreamy to be of any real use and yet too wired to let me sleep. That's how zombies are made. (Not real ones, obviously. I didn't wake up craving brains for breakfast.)
(But I did look like crap, and groan all day.)

Harriet had incubated a cold fit for the whole family, and so we succumbed to it dutifully. It was helpful to have the same bug so we knew how she was feeling and therefore what might make her feel better, but bloody hell! These bastard cold bugs like to hang around don't they? Jesus!

Anyhoo, as I understand it, this is one of the many functions of a child: to regularly challenge our immune systems. We must now expect a viral onslaught until she leaves home, taking her germs with her. I do not relish the thought of measles, nits, pox or squits, but suffer them we shall. I don't relish the thought of my lovely little bug-magnet leaving home either but, as she's not even 16-weeks-old yet, I think I'm getting ahead of myself there.

Harriet has still managed a few "firsts" this week, despite (and including) catching a cold. On Tuesday night she burst into fits of laughter at Jonathon Ross and Russell Brand on the TV. She's not laughed like that before. It normally takes a good bout of tickling or a serious gurning session to get her laughing.
I'm the same.
She has also started being mischievous this week. I won't go into detail, but she finds biting the hand that feeds her highly amusing.

Finally, today she played peek-a-boo for the first time. In the past, jumping out from behind something and shouting, "boo" had merely terrified her.But I stuck with it.
That's not cruel, is it?

I need to blow my nose now so I shall end this here. Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog.