Roses and Thorns

I "borrowed" the title from the Obama family. I heard that every night at dinner, everyone tells one "rose" and one "thorn" from their day. One of his daughters was quoted as saying that President Obama had a very thorny job.

I thought that once a week I would share a small cutting from my life.

First, the Thorn: Nathan has a cold. Stuffy nose, yellow boogers, powerful need to be held, and a low-grade fever confirmed with the aid of a small tub of Vaseline I was hoping to never use. Not sure if we should be blaming his few days in day care or someone who touched him without washing their hands, but he stayed home with Mommy today to avoid making anyone else sick. He's such a good natured little guy that he smiles even as he is fussing and rubbing his nose, but he's still an obligate nose breather when he eats, so it's no fun for anyone. Daddy was up with him the first night since I had to be at work. He took incredibly good care of him and looked pleased with himself, if a little tired, in the morning.

And the Rose? Drumroll please . . . Or should I say Nathanroll? That's right. Our little wonder rolled over, snot and all today. He was laying on his tummy and he pushed himself up on his arms (usually I have to put his arms out in front for him- ie. in all previous pictures) and then leaned to his right and over he went. He looked momentarily confused, and that could have been because he was suddenly seeing the world from a different angle, but it could also have been because I was hollering and clapping.

Pushing chest off the floor!

Immediately after rolling over!