This last week my husband brought home the lovely gift of the black-plague-cold. Hubbs got the worst of it, I insisted he still kiss me so my body could make antibodies for Nora in my boob milk, then I got sick and thought to myself, "self, that was really stupid... now you have to take care of a 3 month old all day with the cold-o'doom accompanied by the aches." Nora seems to have gotten the least amount of the crud so maybe my theory worked?
I still plan on quarantining Nora and I to the upstairs next time dad brings home a sickness. No thank you.
Even with Nora getting the smallest fake sounding cough accompanied by a few more bats in the cave you'd think I was performing surgery, without anesthesia, every time I tried to clear her nose.
The bulb eludes me, I just get the boogers to the front line but never actually out of her nose. The Nose Freida seems to be less intrusive, but again it's like playing the opposite of wack-a-mole as I try to trap the slimy ends before they are anger sucked back into the tiny abyss. I tried using the loopy end of a bobby pin to lasso the little suckers, the noise that came out of my little one while i tried my hand at operation was nothing short of torture.
Being a new parent is really easy.
Our sweet little has started creating copious amounts of spit, which I read is to thwart of germs with her natural germ attacker in her spit... totally necessary due to the desire to stick ANYTHING in and around her mouth. The drool isn't very becoming and quite frankly grosses my hubs out, which makes us all laugh.
Speaking of laughter, she has just started having giggle fits, this might be my new favorite thing. The hearty giggle this girl produces is sure to brighten even the dullest of days. I keep saying to my husband "she is the best thing we have ever, and will ever do" he resoundingly agrees.
We have BIG DREAMS for this little love, and BIG HOPES for our parenting skills... I hope she dreams big, and we are smart enough to encourage her strengths and build up her weaknesses. That we don't push her into what we want her to do (unless that's NOT to date a halfwit) that she explores her passions (unless that involves her taking off her clothes, sparkles, or drugs)... OKAY, I hope she takes our advice, and that we advise her well. I guess I hope we "parent" good grief, mom/dad if you're reading this you really made parenting look easy, and it's SO NOT. Thanks.