Col went on a road trip this past weekend. Friday went surprisingly well. Saturday went pretty well, too, and I got 3 dishwasher loads done (including all of the dishwashable toys that had drool and other unrecognizable scum on them) and four loads of laundry.
Kibwana has been learning about blowing his nose. He sneezes and I RUN for a kleenex, shouting "Mommy fix it! Leave it!" and praying I get to his runny boogers before he does. You can imagine how well that usually works out...
Anyhow, he loves to copy us (and bodily functions are amusing even at this tender age - fake sneezing is tops, followed closely by imitating [baaa] when adults burp) so at some point in the past week I had an epiphany: all I have to do is snort a few times, and he'll do it too. This has worked GREAT - his runny nose has been uncomfortable enough that he seems to be really enthused about the idea. About 50% of the time he'll give me 2-4 great blows and really clear everything out. This is great.
As a matter of fact, he found a (clean) kleenex somewhere on Friday and picked it up and held it to his face while blowing. Later that night (or early Sat morning) he found a washcloth and blew his nose in it. Remember folks, this child is 14 months old and does not yet speak - but he will blow his nose?! Awesome!!!!!!!
Ok, but then there's this: I made pancakes for lunch on Saturday. I gave Kibwana half a pancake to nom in his playpen while I scarfed my own. My eyes fixed on my plate, I suddenly heard a Bad Sound: the sound of Kibwana blowing his nose, in a playpen where he did not have any kleenex, or washcloths, or towels, or ANYthing other than a blanket and..... a pancake.
Yes people. My son, with his leet Observation Skillz, apparently figured out that pancakes are white(?) and soft, and proceeded to scrunch his half a pancake up to his face and blow his nose in it.
When this happens, which should be your first reaction: horror or amusement? I can honestly say that it was a perfect tie. My jaw fell open to laugh, and I chastened him with a horrified "Nooooooo!" mid-laugh. Apparently, he realized I was amused and proceeded to do it again. Paralyzed on the couch by my horror, mind racing as to whether I should find the camera or remove the pancake, I could only gawk as he did it a third time. Finally, I recovered long enough to dash over to the kleenex box sitting just across the room, jump to the playpen, and realize that there was no snot involved - he had been blowing in vain.
And now it's quiz time... which lovely example of motherhood let her son eat the Pancake Formerly Known As A Kleenex? Not me!
At least, that's what I'd like you to believe.
Mmm, protein :)
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