Thankfully, both children seem to be on the upswing. Hank is still coughing, but didn't wake himself coughing last night at all. Anne didn't sneeze once this morning, plus seemed decidedly more "herself" and much less "terror in a purple sleeper."
I'll take it. In other news, I attended Henry's scheduled holy hour with his class yesterday. It was all a little masked in mystery, and turned out to be a holy hour honoring mothers. The priest exposed the Blessed Sacrament, and the children led some prayers, sang songs, and each read a letter that they'd composed to their mother. At the end, the priest led benediction, complete with incense, which the children were quite enamored with. Each mother also received a pair of rosary beads. It was precious.