Noah has a cold. AGAIN.
But this the ultra-liquidy version. My God, we are awash in snot.
He leaves smears of mucus on my boobs after I nurse him and has blown some of the most impressive nose bubbles I've ever seen. I've spent all morning with wadded up tissues at the ready and have been diving in there with the nasal bulb thing at every occasion, usually shrieking I'M GONNA STEAL YOUR BOOOOOOOGERS or some variant thereof, and for anyone who thinks that I am going back to work simply because I cannot handle the MIND-BLOWING GLAMOR of motherhood is wrong, because I have dried baby snot on my neck and am PROUD OF IT, COME GIVE ME A CUDDLE.
Poor guy. While it's highly likely that I simply gave him the cold I've been suffering from for the past couple weeks, I'm blaming the three hours he spent in daycare on Monday. Gaarrrrghhhhh.
Anyway. The Wednesday Advice Smackdown is taking a brief holiday hiatus so that I may focus my energies on Nasal Cavity Watch 2005.
Now watch me distract the Internet with random shiny baby photos!
You want to talk about daycare? Pshaw! That's like, sooooo yesterday.
Instead, let's debate whether I am staring at an age-appropriate, developmentally-stimulating toy or the bad, bad television in this picture.
Well, okay, it was the television. But look! Here I am pondering some plastic fish and thinking that I would like some sushi.
And now, apropos of nothing, we present the Noah Storch American Idol Audition...
AND I'LLLLLLLLLLL BE YOUR CRYING SHOULDER....
I'LLLLL BE LOVES SUICIDE.
AND I'LLLLLLL BEEEE BETTER WHEN I'M OLDER....
(And here's where I had the big plan to take a picture of the two of us together, all "I'm the greatest fan of your li-ii-ife," or whatever, but I think it would lose some of its impact today, what with all the snot. Also, that would be so totally lame.)