NS November 21st, 2006

Snot. More snot. Yet more snot. And then, just when you think it’s over? It’s snot.

The Noble Child has her first cold and snot is flying out of her at an amazing rate. It’s mystical, really. If she were a superhero her power would be to render people’s limbs and faces immobile with a web of green goo. It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…SNOTTY BABY!

Poor girl can’t breathe through her nose, obviously, so, ipso facto, can’t put anything in her mouth or it’d be lights out. So while boobies usually = happiness, right now boobies = death by suffocation. So sweet potatoes, pears and oatmeal it is, her favorites. My blender hasn’t been this busy since 2002 when I had a frozen drinks party during a heatwave. Who knew you could put things other than booze into a blender?

Aside from the Boogapalooza up in here, it has been a momentous couple days in young TNC’s life. She is no longer in the bedroom with us *sniff sniff* and is in her own room now, all on her own at the end of what seems like an incredibly long hallway but is in fact only about 7 feet long. I was having nightmares of having to traipse up and down that hallway about four times a night but in fact, she slept through the night two days ago (woo hoo!) and only woke up once last night. Now if I could just stop her from waking up and being ready to roll at 5.55am…

Apologies in advance for any incoherent emails, text messages or blog entries that are sent out before 07.30, I accept no responsibility for their content or the level to which they piss off and/or wake up the recipients. It’s all part of being in the Wide Awake At 6am Club. One day, my pretties, you too may join this club and know what I mean. We meet 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Dues are giving birth to a giant, needy baby and never having more than six hours sleep or spontaneous sex again. And always having snot on your sleeve. Entries on a postcard. Winners will be announced in 9 months.

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