C spent three days home sick last week with a cold and fever, which he then passed to Baby Jo over the weekend. Nights have involved making trips to bedrooms to administer ibuprofen and little feet landing in my face from the sick child next to me. The two of them have been at each other for days, yelling and fighting and whining and pushing. Goodness, do they know how to push each other’s buttons (and mine). But there have been little things in the midst of it all. Happy little things that make me do a double-take and think about how far we have come from the relationship that the two of them once had.