Tuesday, January 22, 2008
It seems Miss Elynor's body heard about our recent streak of frigid temps and wanted to get in on the act. So here we sit enjoying her first cold (it's crazy to think about how many more will surely attack throughout her life). Her poor little nose is stuffy and her cough rings of congestion. Praise God, though, it doesn't seem to have hijacked her spirit. Other than waking up more in the middle of the night (and who doesn't when they can hardly breathe?), she seems to be her typical happy self. That is, until I come after her with that crazy nose cleaning tool (my aunt used to call it a snozzola). She doesn't quite get the concept of "it's for the best, I promise", instead wriggling her little head and batting her arms in defense. When I finally hit my target (I pray I never hit her eye with all her wriggling) and suction away, she just screams. I have to keep brainwashing myself that it's for her best, this is the only way she can breathe while eating... or there's no way I'd keep enduring this battle, being the evil nose suctioner!