Just Pickin'

Here's some irony for you.

I have a weak stomach, always have, especially when it comes to...um...let me just say...noses. I have, at least twice, thrown up at the mention of someone picking her nose. I have to look away when someone sneezes, and I can barely contain my gags when someone blows his nose around me. John handles the baby-nose-sucking duties in our family because it's just too much for me.

So, of course, wouldn't you know it, my daughter is a nose-picker! Ugh, that finger is constantly up her nose. I remove her finger, and she puts it back. I don't want to focus on it too much lest the whole finger/nose thing become a game for her, so I deal with it. Kleenex in hand, I wipe her finger with a serious face. And I remind myself that she is part of me, her boogers are my boogers. Now that's love.