Laowai

Another lesson of motherhood I’m becoming intimate with… There is nothing more yucky than a runny nose on a kid. It’s not her fault, poor babe, that she can’t wipe her own nose. She wakes up with her hair plastered to her forhead with snot. And I have snot smeared on the shoulder of my shirt all day. I think I’ll invent a shirt made of layers of Kleenex. Your baby can wipe her nose on your shoulder and then you simply remove a layer of tissue to reveal a clean Kleenex-shirt. Must call Brian’s former employer Kimberly-Clark to suggest this idea. Most of the day if we are not going out in public I just leave her crusty booger nose alone because it’s like torture to wipe her nose contantly. Gross I know. I only wipe her nose when she sneezes and those two big snot worms appear dangerously close to her mouth. Are you grossed out yet?

Here are some recent snot free photos. Did you think I’d actually illustrate this post with a snotty-nose photo.