Disgusting childrearing stories
The Spawn has had a cold lately, and anytime he lies down, he has a coughing fit, so his naps have been pretty much futile. So it was a very exhausted kiddo I strapped into his carseat while running errands the other day.
On the way home from the store, he realized he was both comfortable and upright, so he zonked out. I decided to drive him around for 45 minutes so he could get some sleep.
This worked out fine, and while he coughed once or twice, he didn't go into the whole endless spasm of hacking that wakes both the dead and toddlers.
At one point, however, he started to make noises like a pool filter trying to suck a bikini top into the skimmer. (it's a distinctive sound.) I checked my mirror in time to see him clear his nostrils like a breaching humpback off Nantucket. An olfactory Old Faithful. I was suddenly a caregiving Peter Venkman.
And Seth smiled, snuggled deeper into the warm, soothing web of mucus and drifted back to sleep.
On the way home from the store, he realized he was both comfortable and upright, so he zonked out. I decided to drive him around for 45 minutes so he could get some sleep.
This worked out fine, and while he coughed once or twice, he didn't go into the whole endless spasm of hacking that wakes both the dead and toddlers.
At one point, however, he started to make noises like a pool filter trying to suck a bikini top into the skimmer. (it's a distinctive sound.) I checked my mirror in time to see him clear his nostrils like a breaching humpback off Nantucket. An olfactory Old Faithful. I was suddenly a caregiving Peter Venkman.
And Seth smiled, snuggled deeper into the warm, soothing web of mucus and drifted back to sleep.