We’ve been congested around here. I, specifically, have been congested since New Year’s Day. I remember that precisely because I initially blamed it on staying up too late on New Year’s Eve. Turns out it must be more than that, because I’ve slept plenty since then! It’s gone from having a head that feels like it may explode to having Kleenex in the necessity category to talking with a scratchy voice to that feel that there’s something stuck but a cough doesn’t really help. At least that’s how I’ve been. Cate, on the other hand, can’t really tell me exactly, but I’ve observed a congestion turn into a runny nose. She’s been such a good sport about me wiping her nose!

And I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s watched “Finding Nemo,” at the beginning. She’s going to know the first 25 minutes so much better than the last hour because she doesn’t watch it all. And I usually just restart it. I guess next time I could start it in the middle.

It’s not like Cate has been sick, just not 100 percent herself. She’s still managed to amuse me with all the ways she’s becoming a big girl. Like using a straw. She’s liked drinking from straws for quite awhile, but it’s just to the point we let her hold the cut (even with a lid!) when it’s not her spill-proof sippy cup. But she’s managing well …