Saturday, April 23, 2011

Aliens in your nose

Somewhere along the way, you decided that when you are sick, it is just becase the aliens in your nose are not doing their job. Ther job seems to be to control your mucous production and kill germs.
 
You've been having a lot of nosebleeds over the last couple days, a combination of a cold + nose picking. I talked you into allowing me to put Vaseline in your nostrils before bed last night. That was when you pulled the alien trick and told me that the Vaseline is full of extra aliens to stop nosebleeds.
 
Times like this, I know for sure that you are my child. I adore you Doodle.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The glass is half full

Thank goodness you woke up in a much better mood this morning. You woke me up witht the most pitiful cries last night, you seemed to have been picking your nose, which triggered a bloody nose. I hate seeing you uncomfortable or in pain - it actually causes me pain as well. So I calmed you down and coaxed you into leaning your head forward while I pinched the bridge of your nose. I had extreme nosebleeds at your age and until about age 6 - I used to hemmorhage from the nose until the blood vessels were cauterized.
 
Your version of events this morning were, "Fred came into my room. I decided I wanted to play with him! See! I wanted to play with that kitty!" I love how much of an optimist you are, the important event last night was not the fact that your nose bled, but that your beloved cat pushed his way into your room.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Poor Fred...

On our way home today, our chihauhau (Lola) perched in your lap. Michael and I overheard the following conversation:
 
Doodle: "So Lola, did you have fun coming with us today?"
Doodle as Lola: "Nope, I would really rather stay home and chew on my cat."
 
Fred, our cat, is constantly being chewed on by Lola. As with many things, you have begun to copy Michael's Lola impressions.

Thumbs up!

You take after your mummy when it comes to cars. We play Name That Car rather frequently as we drive around town. Your favorite used to be any kind of Porsche, but now you've settled your fixation on Corvettes. You can even recognize the tail lights of a Corvette, in the dark, from blocks away. Today you spotted two gorgeous burgandy Corvettes on the freeway and yelled, "Mommy! I have to give him a thumbs up!" To make your mission possible, Michael sped up so that your open window was even with the driver... The driver quickly spotted your tiny upraised thumb, nudged his wife and gave you a very happy return. I believe he made your day and that you most likely made theirs.
 
*Here is a gratuitous zoo photo... you love the animal statues almost as much as the live things.*