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True Confessions
You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friend's nose.
However, I am here to tell you that you CAN pick your son's nose. He may not like it very much, but when there's a boogie hanging out and the choices are 1) let it be, 2) use the snot sucker, or 3) just go in and do the job yourself, I'm going for option 3.
You can also check out his ears for excess wax hanging out of them and crunchy parts behind his earlobes indicating a little more effort is needed in the head bathing department.
We've also passed the one month anniversary of a lot less sleep. The good news is that he's now skipping the 12:30 feeding, so we're only back to the 3:00 feeding. And the 5:30 waking because it's fun to be in the big bed!!! Dave was the joyful recipient of Pixie Drops this morning when Conor turned to look at him and gave him a point blank sneeze. Being the sympathetic wife that I am, I laughed heartily.
Off to get ready for the big events!
Merry Christmas to all and to all a GOOD NIGHT!!!
8:18:56 AM