Having little kids is sure fun. Things that use to gross you out just don't anymore (either that or you just have to suck it up and deal with it). Today I decided that little Clare's unofficial nickname was pooper shooter. She is so sweet...but has a hard time controlling her toots when she sneezes or coughs. SO, since I am usually the one changing the diaper AND since I am usually right in the line of fire - I have gotten poop shot at me several times. Up my arm, on my leg, on the carpet, on my shirt... you get the idea. Looks like both of us have to make several wardrobe changes every day. Bring on the laundry!
Noah, well, we sometimes call Noah the boogie factory. I think almost any child could assume this nickname. I mean really, how do little kids produce so many boogies? It totally grosses me out, but at the same time I have to take care of business because I can't stand to look at it (you feel me, you know you do).
I sure love these two little ones. Ultimately it doesn't matter if its poop in the tub, puke in the car seat, stinky bums or boogie noses...I'll handle it without complaining, but I can't always promise I won't have the icky face. :)
