Of bloody noses and cottage cheese....

'Twas this past Sunday, a lovely morn. The girls and I were having a bit of a lay-in, or at least Kirsten and I were trying to. Weekend mornings are the only times that we bring Amalia into bed with us for some cuddling and playtime.

A tickle here, a goo-goo there. Some clapping, as Amalia loves to do when she is happy, and she is happy a lot. And then, as I was half-dozed, I felt a small hand on my face. Very gently, as if unsure if she should brave the unshaven face any further.

And then... she shoved her thumb way up my nose, and with force and authority!

Well, good morning you little rascal, I said. And she giggled, so I tickled her belly with my nose for a few seconds. Then I paused to wipe my morning sniffles away, and noticed a blurry darkness on the back of my hand. Jumped up, put my glasses on, and confirmed, my nose was bleeding, a LOT! Check out Amalia's little white onesy and sure enough there was a nice bright bloody spot in the middle of it... about the size of a half dollar.

And, thus we began our Sunday. In a bloody mess.

And last night we fed her cottage cheese and she puked because cottage cheese is nasty stuff.

The end.