Drip

"Drip, drip drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune
Ev'rywhere that you fall

Drip, drip drop
Little April shower
I'm getting wet
And I don't care at all" - Disney's Bambi

Yeah, you're going to be grossed out when you find out this blog post is about a drippy nose - hah!

I followed Maeve around yesterday and this morning with a rag and determination.  She still believes that any attempt to wipe her face constitutes premeditated attempted murder.  I consider myself a loving, kind Mommy, and I don't wipe her nose for every little dribble; for her sake, I wait until it's absolutely necessary, then I swoop in and get the job done as quickly as possible. 

My two best alternatives to the nose wiping are letting her rub her face all over my clothes - because I'm a Mom, and therefore a walking tissue - and letting her rub her face on her blanket, which shall be given a thorough washing when this cold has run its course.  She loves her blanket so much, a few times yesterday she was so sore and tired of the rag, I just held up her blanket and said "Don't you just love your blankie?" and she ran over and buried her face in it.  Small victories.

And what do I care if she rubs her snotty nose on my clothing? Honestly, that's like the fifth grossest thing I get rubbed on me every day.  What's more distressing is a sad, pathetic, sicky baby.  She sat on my lap for a whole half hour yesterday watching Sesame Street.  That's about twenty more minutes than she usually sits still for TV.

But the best part of yesterday, the thing that paid for the sleeplessness of the night before and misery of sicky baby was that she napped on my lap twice, and I got to hold and cuddle her. Totally wonderful.

Again, it's like the Anti-Maeve - I caught her just lying on the ground.