Snot

Poor Stellan is a bit under the weather. He is producing large amounts of snot due to this. The little stinker still has not figured out how to blow his nose so we end up wiping it constantly. In order to alleviate snot blockage and hopefully encourage learning how to blow, I pulled out the trusty aspirator today. One look at it caused him to scream and flail with all of his might. I had to call for back up and reinforcements. James came in to hold his arms while I steadied his head in the crook of my elbow. With tears streaming down his face he looked at me and said, "Mommy, you're bad". Ouch, the first arrow strikes right in the heart. I gathered my courage and gently shoved the fear inducing contraption up his left nostril. I sucked out some snot, emptied it into the sink and then repeated the process. Much more screaming followed as well as, "Mommy, you're all done". So sad and pathetic. Jameson came in to see what we were doing to his brother. He took one look at the aspirator and said, "Do it to me!". Well, he asked for it. I inserted it into his nostril, tried to suction (no snot in there nor any boogers due to constant nose picking, although the nasty habit is getting better...more on that later). Jameson thought it was hysterical. He laughed so hard and then told me to do it to the other nostril. After 2 more hysterical outbursts I told him we were done. Poor Stellan was confused. He hated the procedure yet his brother found such hilarity in it. So much so that Jameson asked me to get the other aspirator from the medicine cabinet and do it again.
Go figure, Jameson already knows how to blow his nose.