A rough old week

It had finally come to that time when our new little family hard to start settling into some sort of discernible routine. I was back in work at a new school;  Cheryl was back at work after maternity leave; and Noah had begun nursery for the first time. This is the third full week of this arrangement and we have been struck down with a virus. I say 'we' but I really mean, 'Noah'. Cheryl and I have been really quite under the weather but in terms of poorliness, Noah has really left us in his snotty wake.
In the mornings, he has woken up with bright green, oozing gunk from all the none-mouth holes in his face. This has caused his tiny eyes to swell up and close. It's been like walking in on punch drunk Rocky Balboa every morning.

Even after we managed to clean him up a bit, he has never looked so miserable. Our impossibly happy and carefree boy has had his first real run in with illness and it's been hard for us all.

Luckily, today he has started feeling somewhat better and has been less leaky and less moany.

He's all better now.