The Boisvert Life

The entire family has had a snotty cold for the past week or so (thank you Daddy!) Well, Barney’s getting better, but Lindsay seems to be getting worse. This morning she woke up with a nasty crust on her face from rubbing her nose all night. I of course took pictures to share with you all because, well, you wanted to share in Lindsay’s life, so here, share this!
Enjoy the booger pics.

Hopefully we’ll be getting better by the end of the week so we don’t share our cold with everyone else at Thanksgiving!

~Warning~ do not read unless you want to be grossed out!

I’m usually very good about making sure that all toilet lids are closed at all times. This morning I was really tired though, and stumbled into the bathroom, plopped Lindsay down on the rug…no, wait, on the ground because I had to remove the rug for washing after Lindsay peed on it again yesterday in the second between me removing her diaper and picking her up to take her into the shower with me….

Anyway, I plopped her down onto the floor and began washing my face and all that jazz, when I heard the terrible sound of little hands splashing in toilet water.

Please let it have been flushed, please let it have been flushed…I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Not only had daddy not remembered to flush it before he left this morning, but mommy had also gone earlier that morning, and now the used, soggy toilet paper that had once been innocently floating in the pool of nastiness, had been violently flung against the bathroom wall, slid it’s way down, and there it sat in a disgusting heap on the heater vent, urine dripping down the wall from a perfect “splat” mark. Mmmmm, that’ll smell great when the heater kicks on later. It’s as though she was desperatley digging to the bottom of a well, searching for a prize, frantically tossing aside all obstacles in her way.

I groaned, and may even have suppressed a gag, as I picked the offending blob up off the floor and shut the lid. I then picked Lindsay up and washed her hands in the sink, twice. Sitting her back down, she immediately tore off toward the toilet again, and I spent the next three minutes cleaning up the bathroom while she screamed at me, indignant that I had ruined her fun, and “pissed” (he he) that I was now getting to play in the toilet after I had made her stop (I was actually cleaning the seat and such, but I’m sure she thought I had stolen her idea and was torturing her by making her watch me play without her, as we moms love to do)

Note to future moms - If you think something looks or smells obviously revolting, and that even though your child is a clueless baby, nature will tell it not to touch, he/she will still want to play in it. Trust me. Don’t test fate.

I’m sorry I forgot to write you a letter last month, but don’t worry, there was nothing life-changing to write about anyway.

Except for EVERYTHING!

To recap the last two months, you got your first two teeth, promptly tested fate and bit me while I was feeding you, went to your first corn maze and pumpkin patch, dressed up in your first ever Halloween costume, went trick-or-treating for the first time ever, figured out that toilet paper rolls are really fun to unwind, and last but not least, figured out that it is in fact YOU in the mirror, and started kissing yourself and amusing yourself like never before!

Something else you just started doing that I forgot to write about is a little something I like to call your “snake tongue”. It’s absolutely hilarious. As you probably guessed, you pinch your lips together and then quickly flick your tongue in and out at me. You really do crack me up munchkin.

We’ve been having so much fun this past month. You now even play a “tag” of sorts with me. You get all excited out of nowhere and turbo-crawl away from me while giggling, then quickly twist around and smile at me, enticing me to chase after you. I of course do, how could I not? So I crawl after you, mimicking your speed and excitement, you squeal with glee and try to run, until I catch you, torture you with tickles, and we both collapse onto our stomachs in a giggling fit.

You’ve also become much more adventurous and independent this month. While you still want me to hold you all the time, and never walk out of a room without taking you with me, you now venture away from me to explore new surroundings when I take you out. Whenever we go to new places where I’m comfortable putting you down, you’re off like a rocket, exploring and climbing over things. You also seem to think that if I sit on the floor with you, by default I become your own personal jungle gym.

The only thing that worries me is your complete lack of fear when it comes to diving off of things. When you’re on a bed or the top of a climbing structure, you automatically assume that I will always be there to catch your fall, so you just throw yourself off and I scoop you up in my arms. While I wish this were the case, I fear one day you will have to learn the hard way that sometimes I can’t be there and, well… you’ll fall sweetie. It’s a terrible thought, but it’s going to happen. Rest assured, I’ll always be there after you do, to kiss your cheeks, dry your tears, and hold you close.

You mean more to me than I could have ever imagined you would, and I can only hope that one day you have a child as amazing as yourself to share your life with. You brighten every day and let me see the world through new eyes. You rekindle my hope and faith in humanity, and in some strange way, increase my compassion for others. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me proud to be your momma.

For this, and everything else that you are, I love you.