the saline salvation
marc and harrison came over on saturday so we could go to the tour de fat — it’s held every year, owen went last year rocking his afro bike helmet. it was a lot of fun. aimee couldn’t make it as she was helping her sister get ready for her wedding — which is right around the time sequel should be born.
i was rocking it with baby harrison (who owen can only really call by his nickname, ‘bunk’) when i mentioned aloud that little bunk had some awesome green hangers up his nose. i must have called them boogers because owen’s face lit up, he ran back to his room and came running out saying…
‘naa! naa! naa!’ while waving around the saline solution we used to fire up his nose when he had a mountain of boogage clogged up there. he either: a) wanted to see another baby get tortured the way he was, or b) wanted to help the little man breathe better.
for sake of our limited abilities as parents, we’re hoping for the latter. if it’s the former, i’ll blame family guy.
John I see the beer and pizza on the table in that picture and what looks like boxes of wings but I’ll pretend they are salads…you better be taking all of your meetings on walks
er. marc ate all the pizza and owen drank all the beer. and i do take a daily meeting on the ‘hike’ around he office hills. takes about 30 minutes sometimes even twice a day. oh, and that’s where i eat my banana. and. pounds since this all started. 11 more to go.