It appears that my kids have both inherited their father’s toenails.  Is this a big deal, you might ask?  In the grand scheme of things, not really.  But in the small world that is my daily life it has become the proverbial “pain in the butt”. Or foot.  My husband had so many ingrown toenails in his life time that he eventually had his big toenails removed. It’s a gross and disturbing fact about him.  My children have both inherited this propensity for ingrown toenails. Between the two of them there is almost always at least one, if not more, ingrown toenail.  It is hard to fix and it’s painful and I feel so bad for them.  But I think I’d feel worse if, some day, I am the only person in my family to still have my toenails. 

Along with his new top teeth Kieran has a renewed joy in biting while nursing.  I thought it hurt when he bit me before.  I was wrong. Now it really hurts.  When he’s not doing that he takes great pleasure at laughing at and talking to my nipple.  I already knew nipples were a strange and hilarious body part.  But the amusement derived by son makes me feel somehow like I am the butt of a joke or something.

Another funny little joke that the universe is playing on me.  Along with a head cold, I now have, for the second time in a month, plugged milk ducts in my breast.  In case you were wondering, it hurts like hell. My kids have colds, I have colds, my hubby is really busy studying for an upcoming test, no one is sleeping well or long enough… Universe, I have just one thing to say to you: “UNCLE!”