Why does the Wobbegong keep making me sick?
Head colds, teething, and starting solids. These three things have stacked to make our lives a stinky mess of restless aches and damp drool spots. Every time Rhys sneezes, we have to clean up a trail of nostril slime, and there’s a good possibility that the 8th deadly sin awaits in his diaper.
Of course, he can’t be ill without making his parents ill. So we’re wiping his nose, our noses, and the nighttime bed sounds like a lumber mill, but without the pleasant cedar smell.
And the tooth. The tooooooth… His gums are itchy, due to the impending rupture, so he snaps at anything that comes near his mouth, and then shakes his head like a shark. Hence, my little Wobbegong.
Incidentally, why are his diapers stinkier now? We’re clearly not actually getting food in his mouth.
