And while I wish Bear could be her bubbly self every day of the year, I have to admit that I've almost enjoyed she cuddly, snugly Bear that she is when she is sick. Last night she slept wedged in between my husband and I, her chubby little fingers wrapped around mine.
You know, until the coughing started up again and of course she had taken the very last drop of last winters cough syrup before bed so I had to get up and go to the drug store in the freezing cold at 4am. But they were out of cough syrup, and the grocery store was closed (the only 7 hours it closes all freakin' week), so I ended up going to a second drug store - but not before I had to put gas in hubby's car (in the freezing cold).
But then, she curled up on the couch with me under the blankets and fell asleep watching Toy Story.