Snail trail

The entire family has yet another head cold...the 5th since the babies were born. There's a pattern emerging where Lucy catches it first, then me, then Ronan and then (for some strange reason) the cold mutates into a flu and Sean gets it.

Lucy in particular absolutely resists having her nose wiped with a tissue, she much prefers Mammy's shoulder, leg, face, thigh. For the next fortnight I'll have a perpetual snail trail all over my clothes. Whats worse is that she has started giving us open mouth kisses which stopped being cute when the cold came along. Gross, gross, gross.