A major training session went on in our house recently and the Little One was not happy. Well, not at first anyway.
No, he isn't learning to use the toilet. That is years away.
He is, however, fighting another nasty cold. This time it has stayed in his nose, which is good news.... I guess. Dr. M. took a peek yesterday and proclaimed that all he needs is rest, snuggles and to learn how to blow his nose. Since that last part isn't happening any time soon either, she recommended attacking his congestion with saline solution and a bulb syringe. Not what the Little One wanted to hear.
He is not exactly a big fan of either stuffy nose tool. He tolerated both until winter came and brought the first of many colds. Now he knows the drill and starts to kick his feet and squirm when he sees me grab the saline. He has pushed my arms away, tried to cover his face and recently wrapped his "monkey feet" around my arm and pulled down to move me away from his nose.
Yesterday the Husband was on Little One duty for a big part of the day, which meant he would be the squirt and suction man. He'd mastered the suction, but hadn't tried his hand at the saline spray yet. The Little One was thrilled to have both of us crowded around him at the diaper changing table. He changed his mind though when he spied that little, red bottle in my hand. The poor kid looked back and forth at us and then tried to make an escape. It took us a full minute and a lot of energy to hold him down long enough to spray. He let out a loud grunt to complain, but recovered quickly.
When round two started and he saw the syringe, the Little One once again turned into a wiggly noodle. Not more than Team Mommy and Daddy could handle though.
The result? Well, as happens with every successful suction (and you know what I mean by "successful"), the Little One went from mad to amused in a matter of seconds. As gross as it is to us, at six months old, boogies are funny. Very funny!
And for that we are very grateful!
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