Sorry to my five or so loyal readers, at least two of whom are immediate family, it's been a while since I've been inspired to write anything. Last week was a mess of getting through exams, wrapping things up at work before everyone left for vacation, and fighting off that cold Henry brought home-that bitch hung on, we're still getting over stuffy noses. Thank goodness for the Nose Frida.
If you haven't seen one of these, it's something I ordered the first time the kiddo got a stuffed up nose, and I realized those bulb things don't do shit. This is a plastic tube that is shaped sort of like one of those big crayons. One end goes in the kid's nose, and the other end is attached to a tube. The tube goes in your mouth, and you suck on it really hard, and it pulls all the boogers out of the kid's nose.
So basically, if my labor stories don't convince those of you who are childless to remain that way, this should do the trick.
I will say that it works great and no snot gets in your mouth (or, in Ben's mouth, because I make him do it.) Recommended it to my cousin Jen when her daughter caught her first cold, and she, too, made her husband try it first. Andrew is my first cousin, one of twenty something first cousins (Irish Catholics, they don't quit). Our family history includes many moonings, pantless dances at weddings, and betting people that they can't fit a whole Choco Taco in their mouth at once (this was my uncle, and I'd like to point out that he did it and also that he is a successful attorney and was a full grown man and father of three at the time of the bet). But given this history, Andrew apparently did not trust my advice. He made Jen swear the snotsucker wasn't some sick family joke I was trying to play on him. But it really isn't-I'll go far for a joke, but not that far.
Henry hates the thing and fights it like a cat getting a bath, though. He's gotten much more inventive about ways to avoid taking medicine and getting breathing treatments. I feel bad for the kid, he's had far too much medical intervention for a six month old. But I have to say, when I'm in a contest of will with a six month old, it's just plain embarrassing to lose. It does happen, though, and I can't help but think he gloats a bit.
I mean, when a kid holds in a spoonful of antibiotic for thirty seconds only to wait til you relax your hold on him, then spits it out all over himself, THEN gives you a great big smile....well, let's just say I'm not looking forward to the teen years.