Sick dad, sick baby

Mike told me he was afraid he was coming down with something before we came home from Orlando, and unfortunately he was right.  So he has been eating tomato soup, Jello, popsicles and lozenges and sleeping as much as he can at night.  Then Michael the baby started doing these pathetic little baby coughs Wednesday and waking up in the middle of the night sounding horribly congested.  He actually doesn't seem that upset about having a cold -- he's still smiling at everyone, especially Mike, and having nice long quiet periods during the day -- but he sounds awful and I know he can't breathe as easily.  I made some saline this morning to try to help drain his nose, which has helped a little bit but that will probably be ongoing.  So much for that nice long run of sleeping through the night!  Oh well.