I always swore I wouldn't have one, and yet here I am. Sitting at home with a little boy who has a drippy nose. No matter how often I wipe it, it still looks the same. How does this happen? It's a mystery, on par with Elvis, Amelia Earhart and the Bermuda Triangle.
Wish us good healing vibes, and send virtual chicken soup.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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There are some things we simply don't have control over....most things actually....we just think we do! But at least he's not one of those kids who has a plugged up nose ALL THE TIME! He just has a cold and it will be over soon.
Love you all,
Mom and Bubby
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