My favorite time of the year is here. Or at least I always think it is my favorite time of the year, until it comes. I think the first flurry's of the season will always be special and magical and I want my children to experience that feeling. But in reality, when the snow comes and I have to bundle the kids up and push that stroller through the streets of Brooklyn where no one bothers to shovel, my heart fills with dread. Right now, my oldest is only two years old and can't really play with the snow, I do think that when the kids get older and they can make a snowman in the backyard and sled down the porch steps on a garbage can cover (we used to do that), the old joy will come back to me as I hear my children shriek in delight.

Pictures of the streets of Brooklyn, outside my house. This was the first real snow of the season.

Pictures of my brother's street in Texas, they had an ice storm and the streets turned to a complete ice sheet. The kids don't get to see snow that often and were very excited for a chance to go sledding. They had to get pretty creative since they don't have sleds. 

WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS

So there is this saying that goes "When it rains it pours". I definitely had an experience that epitomizes this saying. 
(All of this happened in the span of 1.5 weeks)
Tuesday: I go to my friends house for a play date, I'm walking down the steps holding my four month old and I miss the last step and my foot bends side ways and buckles under me. My baby is fine Thank G-d, but now I am sitting on the bottom step and I can't get up. It turns out I sprained my ankle and was not able to walk at all for the next 5 days and minimally for the next 5 after that. 
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday: My husband is off to a full day of work and school and I can't walk, my mom comes to help me over so I can hang at her house, where my brothers family is visiting from Texas, so there are plenty of hands to help me out with the kids. 
Saturday: My two year old son catches a bad cold and cough. 
Sunday: My two year old, who has had way too many experiences with bronchiolitis and pneumonia (he was in the hospital with pneumonia as a baby, and since then every time he gets sick, it usually goes to his lungs), is having trouble breathing. My husband has off from work so he is able to bring him in to the doctor: And he has bronchiolitis! Now here is the story with my son and oral medicine. He throws up. Period, end of story. It is absolutely impossible to get medicine down in any form (somehow I forgot to remind my husband about that and we get the oral antibiotics and steroids). 
Monday: Back to the doctor for two injections on his butt (poor baby:()
Tuesday: Back to the doctor for another two injections. (walking is limited at this point, taking taxi's back and forth). 
Wednesday: Back to the doctor to see how he is doing and his lungs are clear and no more fever. Thank G-d, we can breath a sigh of relief. Baby girl is coughing and has a cold so she is checked out and her lungs are clear!
To backtrack a bit, we lost our insurance a couple weeks before that and did not have a chance to get insurance back, my husband had and the baby had, me and my son, no insurance so doctor bills for these experiences are a total of $650! 
Anyway, back to our timeline, 
Thursday, Friday: Baby's coughing getting worse and she is more irritable. 
Saturday: She is miserable, crying a lot, not nursing, wheezing. 
Sunday: Back to the doctor (she does have insurance!), she has bronchiolitis and a full blown ear infection (poor baby). 
Antibiotics time for baby! 
What a week+
Here is a video of my son on the nebulizer, feeling mostly back to himself and in good spirits.