Leading up to this morning, I planned to kick the week off with BabyBear's best day ever. A morning walk through the cemetery. Lots of time on the play mat, encouraging BB to roll over without pinning her arm awkwardly under her own body weight. We'd start easing back into our usual nap routine and sprinkle reading throughout the afternoon. Heck, I'd even eat veggies without anyone looking.
The reality behind my return to the real world? For starters, I suctioned snot from my cold-ridden daughter's nose. I don't know about your kids, but mine did not like the nose suction experience one bit. My dreams of sunny promenades and clean, vegan living evaporated. The babe got progressively less enchanting as the day wore on, landing at downright miserable by sunset. Bedtime involved 2 hours of bouncing, shushing, pacing, and, at one point, begging.
Thankfully, tomorrow is a new day, my friends. As Lucy Maud Montgomery's Anne would say, "Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it". Let's hope that my tomorrow is fresh with no snot in it either.
2 comments:
Ah, the snot-sucker... A valuable tool. True story: I once suctioned the snot out of Zoe's nose, then immediately and accidentally squirted it right into her open, yowling mouth. Boy did that shut her up fast. :)
It's amazing how a baby who isn't really mobile yet can squirm so much at the sight of The Suction Bulb that it takes two adults to do the job right. The week my son had his first cold (the week before last) was the week he suddenly displayed some really impressive head control.
-rachel
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