- a booger as long as my middle finger. Sadly, I think he caught my cold so he has the sniffles, and productive ones at that. Sucking boogers out of my baby's schnaz with a mini-turkey baster was never on my list of things to do when I was a kid.
- a smile. My oh my. The curled up mouth finally wasn't associated with gastric expulsion of the infant variety (aka: baby farts). How can any parent expect to carry on about their day when they have a baby that smiles at them?!? If only we could bottle it up and sell it...we could bankrupt all the anti-depressant and pain killer companies all at once.
Enjoy your family.