Digging for Gold
Yesterday Ryan was almost asleep. I was nursing him, he was cradled in my arms, looking up innocently with his giant blue eyes... a moment of maternal bliss.
And the next thing I know he has his finger rammed up my left nostril! I swear i think he may have reached far enough I to give my brain a nice scratch.
I hastily removed (and cleaned) his finger, but the peaceful moment was gone. Instead I had a baby who was squirming obsessively, trying to crawl up me to get close enough to try and stick his finger in my nose again.
He doesn't pick his own nose, but it seems mine is fair game.
These are the things no one can ever properly warn you about. Ever. And even if they did you'd never believe them!
And the next thing I know he has his finger rammed up my left nostril! I swear i think he may have reached far enough I to give my brain a nice scratch.
I hastily removed (and cleaned) his finger, but the peaceful moment was gone. Instead I had a baby who was squirming obsessively, trying to crawl up me to get close enough to try and stick his finger in my nose again.
He doesn't pick his own nose, but it seems mine is fair game.
These are the things no one can ever properly warn you about. Ever. And even if they did you'd never believe them!
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