Roxi has learned how to turn her mobile on and off. We hear random melodies coming from her nursery all the time.

Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV)

It's been a germ-filled couple of weeks at the Tusselwupper household. Rob came down with bronchitis, I caught a cold and the sweet girl got hit with RSV. Because of the sneaky ways of viruses, it's impossible to know if all of us had variations of the same thing or three different kinds of virus funk. Either way, I am happy to report that the germ cloud has lifted. Antibiotics took care of Rob. I went through boxes of tissues. And Roxi got nebulizer treatments, which helped clear out her bronchial tubes so she could breathe - and therefore sleep - better.

For those of you not familiar with a nebulizer, it's a nifty machine that converts liquid medicine into breathable steam. It comes with a mask that straps over the patient's nose and mouth. Let me tell ya, there's nothing more pathetic than seeing your baby girl sporting what looks like an oxygen mask. Even if the mask is painted to look like a cute purple dragon, which Roxi's was. But the only part that really bugged Roxi about it was its volume; the sucker is loud, and it startled her.

Anyway, Roxi had to be strapped in to ye old nebulizer four times a day for 10 minute treatments. She's having her last treatment tonight, before bed, and we are all excited about that. Lest you be worried, the RSV was never serious. Roxi never had a fever, never had trouble breathing or any of that scary stuff. She was just clogged up and having a hard time sleeping. Otherwise - if you averted your eyes from the waterfall pouring out of her nose - you would have never known she was sick. She was her active, wacky, fun self ... what a champ.

Last weekend we took advantage of the deliciously sunny weather and went to the park. Roxi was ALL OVER the swinging action.

Roxi loved looking at all the other kids.

Roxi has officially joined the ranks of millions - if not billions - of babies worldwide: She eats Cheerios. All by herself. The look of concentration on her face when she grasps the wee O between her pointer finger and thumb, followed by the big grin when she lifts it in the air and (occasionally) puts it in her mouth ... stunning. Though I must be either the worst or most laid back mother in my circle of friends. When I mentioned that I was giving Roxi Cheerios, every last one of them said, "Oh great! Did you cut them in half first?" All the other moms were worried about choking their sweet peas. One mom even cut them into quarters. And here I am, throwing gigantic, whole Os at my baby right from the start. Oh well. Roxi never had a problem. She is a big girl after all.