Sniffles, Sneezes and Snots

As you know from previous postings, Jack is beginning to drool. If this wasn't messy enough, he now has secretions oozing from his nose, too. Thus, we have been introduced to a new stage in parenting: nursing the weary and wounded.

Jack's little case of the sniffles started about a week ago. Poor little guy. We heard a modern-day old wives tale (ha, like that makes sense!): take the kid outside and let the cold air push all of the snot and crud out. Really? My first reaction was honestly one of disbelief--aren't we supposed to stay out of the cold in order to ward off a cold?

Well, we thought we had been doing everything right, but he still got sick, so we decided to give it a shot. Staying away from sick family on Thanksgiving, finding religion in a bottle of antibacterial gel and throwing menacing looks at coughing children in the store obviously didn't do the trick.

First, I held him in front of the open freezer door. All that did was make him blink at the luke-cold (a new word I just made up) and make me crave ice cream. Before I was able to accidentally freeze his little noggin to the inside of the freezer, Jamie suggested taking him out to the garage.

Bundled in his little winter hat, Jack was thrown over his daddy's shoulder for a short trip to the garage. (See pics!) The result? A deluge of snot shot out by the chilly air and a new method stored in our parenting repertoire.