Our dear Scooters Man has been congested for about three weeks now.  Poor little guy!

And for the first two weeks, he was pretty miserable.  So miserable, in fact, that I was convinced my sweet little baby was gone.  And he’d been replaced by a chubby cranky-pot who would never be happy again.

And at first, I didn’t realize he was cranky because he was sick.

What’s happened? I moaned in misery, He used to be such a happy baby!  Is my dear Scooters gone forever?…

But day after day proved the happy little man was nowhere to be found.

Oh, Scooters! I lamented as I watched my little cherub throwing himself backward and wailing at the slightest provocation, What’s happened to you?  What’s happened to my sweet baby?…  I want him back!

And I began to wonder if I’d only dreamed I had a sweet-tempered baby who smiled at me adoringly and loved to bask in my attention.

Finally, after two-and-a-half weeks, the clouds lifted.  The congested, sleep-deprived, miserable baby became the congested, rested, happy baby.

And I sighed in relief.

Welcome back, Scooty-tots!!