So we have got a serious case of the snots around here. It's one of
those colds that creeps up on you slowly and then WHAM! you're a goner.
All of us have it too, which is a rareity as Mr. Jess has the immune
system of a mountain goat and rarely RARELY gets sick. But alas, we've
all got the snots. The kind where snot just unexpectedly and without any
sort of warning comes shooting out your nose. It's equal opportunity
snot too - on furniture, people, whatever your nose feels deems a
sliming. So awkward. Belle seems to be on the up and up, but the rest of
us are wiped out. Loula spends the night by yelling at us. And truly,
it's not so much crying as is it is yelling, like, DUDES! I AM SO SICK
OF THIS SNOTTY NOSE! MAKE IT GO AWAY! AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, JUST GIVE
ME MY #@$% BINKY!
We're surviving by watching the Sound of Music over and over (oh wait, that's real life too), re-enacting the Sound of Music over and over (oh wait...real life), playing lots of Memory (Boo is getting good), eating lots of this bread (the second recipe in the link), and just generally avoiding the hefty list of tasks that needs to be accomplished before we leave for Hawaii next week. And Lou of course finds her binky most vital to survival. I've never been more grateful to have a binky baby. In. My. Life. I myself consider it seriously awesome self-control that I haven't busted out a bag of Hershey Kisses, as I generally find them necessary to any type of healing. It's something about the way that waxy chocolate coats your throat. Or perhaps it's just the fact that it's chocolate. Period.
Cold be gone. Sleep be back.
No, for real.
We're surviving by watching the Sound of Music over and over (oh wait, that's real life too), re-enacting the Sound of Music over and over (oh wait...real life), playing lots of Memory (Boo is getting good), eating lots of this bread (the second recipe in the link), and just generally avoiding the hefty list of tasks that needs to be accomplished before we leave for Hawaii next week. And Lou of course finds her binky most vital to survival. I've never been more grateful to have a binky baby. In. My. Life. I myself consider it seriously awesome self-control that I haven't busted out a bag of Hershey Kisses, as I generally find them necessary to any type of healing. It's something about the way that waxy chocolate coats your throat. Or perhaps it's just the fact that it's chocolate. Period.
Cold be gone. Sleep be back.
No, for real.
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