*Warning: This post contains snotty material. Read at your own risk.*
The Ciho clan is officially down for the count. All three of us have passed around a nasty cold that just won’t go away. It started last Wednesday morning when Kaiya woke up with a snotty nose that is still running full force a week later. Before becoming a parent I would find myself disgusted by a baby or a small child with a crusty nose or worse a sticky one that forms bubbles when they breathe. I just couldn’t understand why their parents wouldn’t just wipe it or blow it or do whatever they needed to do to clean up their child. Now, I understand. It’s impossible because it never ends!
Last Wednesday, when the madness began I had it under control. Kaiya would fuss a little, but we would both come out clean. By day two, the snot clearly had the upper hand. Every time I would come after Kaiya with a tissue she would crawl away as fast as she could. Once I caught her the battle was on. Her hands would flail around violently as she whipped her head back and forth screaming and crying. Usually, by the time I stepped back to survey the damage and give her a moment to catch her breath she looked a lot worse than when we began. The snot was no longer confined to the nose area, but spread all over her cheek and into her hair. Fun times!
Since then we’ve learned that two parents are better than one when snot is concerned, but when only one is present then one must use the changing table and all limbs available to hold baby in the perfect nose cleaning position. When is it that kids learn how to blow their own noses anyway?
I say all of that to say this cold is still kicking and hit me this past weekend, finally taking Andrej down on Tuesday. Today, I’m feeling much better, but A is still suffering and Kaiya, well…could someone please turn that faucet off!