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Prize Fighter

Sooooooo...



You know how I've been talking about the incessant nose picking?



Til' it bleeds picking?




Yeah...about that...










This is how I found him after his nap yesterday.



If you think he looks bad...you should see the crib.



::smile::

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Yuck! I found KC like that one time too after a nap. Freaked me out until I knew it was a bloody nose. First time Mom thing maybe? Now I handle a bloody nose like a champ ; )
Colby said…
Been there and done that....

Colby used to have them off and on during the night....Allergies....

I'd walk in the next morning, and it looked like a murder had taken place!...No exaggeration....

We had him cauterized, and he has only had two smaller ones since...

Hard to stop that picking, though! I feel for ya, girlfriend!

Cyndi
Danielle said…
Cyndi...

Your "like a murder" line had me spewing coffee!

...danielle
Ick!!! What is up with the picking??? Sophie is such a picker. It DRIVES ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!! It is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I hate even thinking about it. She even tries to pick my scabs...it's painful because she really tries to dig her fingernail underneath there. Ugh.
Adesta said…
Wow. I don't know what else to say for once!
Jackson's Blog said…
OMG...I am just catching up on all your posts! This is so Jackson! He came home from school today with a bloody nose from sticking his finger up into his forehead! What is up with that?!?! BTW...love your new main pic!

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