About mid-week, I was changing Emma’s diaper at about 7 a.m. When she rolled to her left side, I noticed a stringy booger on that little tab of her ear — you know, that part that’s between the cheek and the ear canal? (Apparently, it’s called the targus, but that’s neither here nor there…).
Anyway, Miss Emma had been mighty congested for about the last month or so, and we’d been using nose drops and a bulb suction (turkey baster) dealy whopper to clean out her nose. When I saw that booger, I thought: “Wow! That booger got all the way from her nostril to her ear!”
A little later, we realized that the booger hadn’t migrated from her nose. It’d come from her EAR. I never knew mucous could back up and ooze out your ear. But that’s the signature symptom of an ear infection. Alas, we had to put our darling on antibiotics and (friggin’ $70) ear drops. Her congestion has almost disappeared, and we haven’t spotted a booger anywhere near her nose in days!
In other news, we think the paternal grandparents are getting closer to their chosen grandparent names. Buju Omama Bubbe Alissa has still yet to select one, but we’ve assigned two (besides Buju Omama Bubbe Alissa, which we use just to try to spur her on to choose her own). She’s now Big Momma (according to Ashley) and La Reina (according to me). I say La Reina (queen, in Spanish) because I think it’s a perfect match for what El Abuelito is taking on. He shall be known as El Jefe (Spanish for the boss).
El Jefe y La Reina, los abuelitos de Emma.
Unfortunately, my dad’s more common nickname doesn’t translate as well into Spanish. He’s more often known as The Dude, a la The Big Lebowski, but freetranslation.com says “dude” translates to petimetre, and who the hell know what THAT means?!?!?
