Germ infested tiny people: 1 - Sweet innocent precious angels: 0

So at the end of her first week at "school" her germ infested roomies got to her... Maya had her first cold.

It was the most pitiful thing I've ever seen. When she'd wake up at night she was so stuffy. Her poor little nose was running and she sounded like a little zombie with all her grunts.  Her little cough was the worst. I thought it was going to kill me every time she coughed, sneezed or let out a little whimper.  I wanted to snap my fingers and make it better for her. Poor little thing.  I went through different emotional states during this whole thing. I was sad. I was mad. I was frustrated. I wanted someone to blame. I wanted there to be a single person to blame infant colds on so I could punch them in the throat. Maya, this does not bode well for any potential suitors you might have in the distant, distant future. It was very traumatic.

But she was a trooper and eventually Daddy calmed down. It never stopped her from sleeping and eating well. That's Daddy's little girl.

Luckily she recently learned how to suck her thumb so she could self soothe. She's better now. In fact we're all better.

Now how long before we have to break her from that thumb habit?