The cold has moved. It is now not quite so much in his nose...now it's more in his chest. Which means he is coughing and has a very gravel-y Demi Moore-like voice. There is also a new sound accompanying this cold/teething mess. It's one note deeper than a dog whistle and varies in volume depending on how irritated he is. It either comes out as a whine or a scream. But it's the pitch that is killin' me. This sound isn't audible the whole time. That's how high it is. It goes in and out of human hearing range. The dog is not a big fan of this development. The second he starts punching us in the ear drums with it, she runs for the door. She stands there with a look on her face like, "I didn't sign up for this shit. I'm outta here."
I feel really bad for him. And it sucks because aside from a humidifier and some Vick's there is really not much we can do for him. Travis is having a seriously hard time with it. It is just about killing him that he can't fix it. He just sits there holding him with this sad, helpless look. It tears him up. I think that might be a big part of the definition of a loving father. Good sweet Lord. Travis is a father. This whole being parents thing is still so freaking weird.
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