So poor Andrew is out. He's napping now, after his first Neti Pot experience. I apprehensively asked him how it went, knowing that the only other person I know that experience the Neti Pot was Amy. And I remember how that went. I think he faired a little better.
So far, the little Munch hasn't even so much as sniffled. Maybe because she was the only one of the three of us that had the flu shot? Could be it. But the last flu shot I had gave me the FLU! And not just the flu. The I'm-nine-months-pregant-and-about-to-have-this-baby flu. I gave birth to Allie with a darn oxygen mask over my face because I was so ill with the darn flu. But, given that it's been four years, maybe I should rethink my opinion next year and have the shot. Because this has not been a fun experience for the two of us. Not fun at all.