Ah, life with a bambino.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Really, all you can do is shrug and laugh after a while.

But if Dante had it right, and hell has creative levels of agony as he described, one level certainly involves having to tend to a grumpy, phlegmy, hoarse one-year-old through an endless night where she cannot go to sleep because of the snot dripping down the back of her throat.

While the caretaker has a bad case of the same cold, no less.

Poor little gal. At least I understand that I have a cold, and know how to blow my nose and clear my throat, and am not terrified beyond all reason of the rubber nosesucker.


Anonymous Says:

10:44 PM

Oh, baby colds are terrible. Ashlyn has grown to appreciate the nose-sucker and has actually put her nostril up to it to find relief.

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