Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Day Eighteen

Black Magic.

Sailor has officially had her first runny nose. Not a one-time deal, either. We are now on our third day of near-constant sniffling. Which means our third night, as well.
But I do love this thing. We still have yet to decide about the long-term effectiveness of doing a body's work for it, but there really is something to the instant gratification of the ball syringe.
And it's way better than using your mouth. Trust me.

1 comment:

  1. Michael pitied out wee ones when I'd return from the bathroom with the "nose sucker" and head for one of them.

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