On the 8th day...

He created the snot-sucker.

Stone is so sick! My poor little lamb is snuffly and snotty and has a cough that makes me cringe. Papa and I are taking turns sleeping on the floor underneath Stone's crib so we can be right there to soothe him.
Coincidentally, I am also feeling like a used kleenex. This gets filed under "who cares" now that Stone is aound, but I have found that a little Lansinoh on a chapped nose feels right nice. That stuff is magic juice- I swear it's made out of unicorn tears.