Lots of boogying

A jumpstart on a New Year's Resolution:

Let me not lament too long on this year's failed blogging. Suffice it for me to blame the parenting blizzard and especially the lack of sleep. I missed blogging a lot of firsts, but I have tracked them and will likely list a few milestones at the end of this tardy blog.

But I do have a first to blog today for my dearest son Austin - he has his first cold. It's really not so bad. He has only a slight fever and only a slight cough. He does have copious amounts of snot. It is plentiful. Bountiful. Flowing like the river Nile after a Tsunami. Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. And I know you can't have a tsunami in a river. But it's running a lot and trying to wipe the nose of a 10 month old is impossible. I think it may be one of God's oversights on a fairly perfect design of a child. I just read somewhere that a child can't really wipe his nose until he is around 4. 4! WTF! That is a lot of ninja wipes and tackling wipes from moms who can never escape the shrieking protests of the snot nose target.

Aside from the cold, Austin had a lovely visit to his grandparents in Asheville. He very nearly perfected his crawl. He can now rock on all fours and just when he's about to take off on all fours, he plummets down to an army crawl, which is no longer as labored. In fact, he squeals with delight as he places distance between us and him. Of course, we have returned home and his increased crawling has shown here that we basically live in our own filth. Correction: we live in Jeter's dog hair. Ugh.

Let me leave it there for now. He awakes.