This week has been a tough one for Olivia. She is battling MAJOR cold virus numero three since her birth only four and a half months ago. She rattles and wheezes all day long and the hacking cough makes her gag and vomit. We've been to the doctor who baisically gave me the great news that we can only wait for it to pass. Thankfully she's been cheerful. Tired but cheerful. Other than the hacking and barfing. She really doesn't appreciate that. Me neither. She continues to grow. She seems less on the chubby side reviewing past pictures of her. Of course she is by no means a thin or scrawny child. (me either Livia -it's okay)I love her so much! What a joy she is to have around. From the little 'oooooh's and pppbbbbbbts!' to the little smiles and giggles. I rush to get her when I hear her squeaky voice from a floor above. Here's to you Livia and the hopes that today you make a turnaround and start getting better.