MaK!MeJ!

Remember my apple picking adventure in my son’s nose? Now, I only get on with that because I know it works in making him sleep.

But I’ve been looking for other ways. Because I thought to myself if this goes on for - let’s say, two years minimum. That would be 365 days multiplied by two. And how many times in a day do I do that? Two, each for approximately 5 minutes. Now calculating, that would be total of 7300 minutes.

Seven thousand minutes! At that time, I’d have made something on his face. Really. I’m sure I’d have dug a well on his face by then. Que horror!

So I gotta to find a way- fast. And after few experiments, I found the way. An obvious one.

“Mama, want tickle my nose. Pleeeease.” And off I tickle the tip of his nose - in. a. gentle. rythmic. motion.

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I know this is so late. Anyway, last week’s Carnival of Family Life was hosted by  Modern Sage Online.

“Matt, please don’t pick your nose.”

I’ve always heard myself say this. Plead, actually. But late last year, I observed something out of ordinary (well, to me) with his nose picking. I observed that dear son usually does more of the nose-picking right before he dozes off to sleep. Well, more often than not.

And after seeing him do it nth times, I was led into conclusion that picking his nose. is. making. good. old. Makiko. sleep. Ain’t that cute? Cool ey? Yikes! But no sooner had I formed the conclusion than I started noticing Matt’s been doing less of it already. So I thought - okay, I must be wrong then.

But last Friday, I was with him during his wanted-to-sleep-but-will-fight-sleep time. You know -kids! They are adorable little creatures who love to torture their mothers refuse to go to sleep even if their lids have dropped to the ground.

So I was having one of those moments with Matt. And then I noticed his cute little pointer slowly reaching for his nose. I wanted to tell him “Please don’t.” Half of me wanted to. But it’s almost noontime and to say that I was a little desperate then was an understatement.

I was thinking about our chocolate-stained floor, a stack of used plates on the sink, a huge mountain of soiled clothings in one corner of our house and piles of clothes to fold and stash, not to mention lunch to prepare. They were all there waiting for me. I couldn’t give Matt a sleeping pill so excuse me, I did what a mother should do. And that is to gently put dear son to sleep.

And what better and simpler way to do that than to pick his nose. Myself.

But there’s no more of that today. I have my dear Houston at home. And I trust that he has lots of tricks up his sleeve. So for now, I can chill and let him do all the works. But we’ll see what happens tomorrow (when he goes back to his workbase).

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