Friday, March 04, 2005
not for the squeamish
Amelia's got another cold, poor thing. She bears them with mostly good humour, better than I would. But she does get a runny nose. When I hear her smacking her lips or, heaven forbid, sneeze I know to come running with a Kleenex before she takes her chubby little fist and rubs it all over her face and in her eyes...
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