This has been a bit of a boring week.
Shelby's nose has been running and congested since Friday night.
I've experienced it myself, so I realize it's medically possible….
But I don't understand how a nose can both run like a faucet and be completely clogged.
So I've been suctioning, wiping, irrigating, and comforting on a pretty solid rotation.
But I've also been lying to my sweet, little boy.
By telling him these are "Chicken sticks."
When he can read, my deception skills are going to have to up their game.
I did, eventually, come clean.
After he ate them.
And then PREFERRED them, to his regular chicken bites.
Also, winter is upon us.
We've entered the realm of baby food.
Which she loves.
But, like every other baby in the world, gets it every where.
So Shelby's days go a little like this…
Nurse for breakfast.
Baby food for lunch.
Post lunch bath.
Post bath nursing.
Where I sometimes take the opportunity to clip her finger and toenails.
And resist the urge to bite her tiny toes.
Nurse for dinner.
Play the evening away.
Nurse at bedtime.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Not a bad life for someone turning 7 months in just under 2 weeks.
Which is, of course, insanity.
I've started hitting up pinterest for 1st birthday party ideas!
But I just can't help myself.