Kwamai has been struggling with this weird virus now, too. Fortunately he did not have a wheezing attack (his chiropractor will be glad to hear the adjustments have helped), but he still had a hard time breathing yesterday, with his little chest heaving in and out. Sleep seems to be the key to recovery, as he got lots of it yesterday and showed evidence of needing more throughout today.
Kwamai and Felicity's new favorite fight to have is for each of them to hug on to me and say "She's MY mommy." "No, she's MY mommy." How can I get mad at this?