You’re sharing cuddles wth your baby when all of a sudden it sounds like a little piglet entered the room. Upon further investigation, you realize it was your little cutie pie who’s all stuffed up. Time to get the NoseFrida out!
When a friend of mine first told me about this product that I “had to get” when I was doing my registry, I quickly added it to both my Amazon and Target registries, but then I looked it up. You suck the snot out of your baby’s nose! EW! I was quick to dismiss it, and put on a regular bulb instead.
It wasn’t until my baby shower, a relative of mine actually had hers there and demonstrated on her baby. The boogies don’t come anywhere near your mouth, and it’s way more functionable than the bulb. I put it back on my registry to remember to purchase it down the road when baby arrived.
Ever since buying it, I’ve had a love/hate relationship with it. It gets the job done really well so mommy loves it, but Sloane is a giant wiggle worm. I’ve turned it into somewhat of a production, telling my six month old that she’s, “getting a visit from Auntie Frida,” and usually follow it up with “because she’s hungry,” or “she wants to eat your boogies!” Yeah, I know, she doesn’t understand what I’m saying, but her face still lights up. By the way, the Aunt Frida reference is because I had a Great Aunt Freida growing up!
Like I said, it’s a production! Here are eight thoughts that go through my head as I’m NoseFrida-ing her:
I’ve been a vegetarian for over a decade, yet every Thanksgiving my family is still shocked and confused that I don’t partake in turkey at dinner. Here’s a list for you omnivores on what your vegan/vegetarian family members are sick of hearing on this carcass-focused holiday!
“Come on, just a little slice won’t hurt!”
What part of I’m a vegetarian don’t you understand?
“Are the sides really gonna fill you?”
The five million sides of starch? I should be cool.
“Can I try your Tofurkey?”
…And after they try it: “Ew! How do you eat that?!”
Honestly, I think the same thing about your main dish, but I have tact.
Wow – what a hiatus! I don’t even have anything interesting to report on. Just super-busy at work, so much so, that I’ve been bringing it home on the weekends. The only interesting thing really happening is that I started running again – I’ll be doing the Oakley Women’s 10k in June, and thought it sounded like fun (I may be a masochist) to run a half marathon on my birthday in October. Now that’s how you celebrate thirty-fuckin’-two!
I thought of a good post yesterday, which is why I’m returning today. I love my husband to pieces, and even after almost four years of marriage and almost five years of cohab, I still can’t get over how gross it is to live with boys. I grew up an only child, and my dad is a pretty prim-and-propper man, so I never had to deal with the toilet seat up, snot rockets or loud hacking sounds on a daily basis. I thought I’d defy all only-children stereotypes, and share with you my life with him on a daily basis:
When I think I smell my husband’s fart:
When I ask him if he farted:
That moment he realizes he needs to talk to me after he just shoveled food in his mouth:
My face after he hocks and spits in public:
And my face when he shoots a snot rocket in public:
When he burps over me speaking:
When I realize even though he’s gross I’m the luckiest girl in the world: