The subject title could be my Spanish alter ego, but actually it is more about the gooey snot that has been hanging around me for the past two weeks.  Nothing too major, where I cannot breath or I need carry around my favorite hankie.  It is more like a slow dripping faucet of mucas membrane.  Just a quick blow of the nose here and there, and voila it is gone.  I wish Charlie could do the same.  He is taking after his Daddy with all of his snot.  Such a precious boy that does not want only his Daddy to suffer.  Since he cannot blow his nose, we get use the good ol’ snot sucker.  Yes, he hates it; he really hates it.  The whole process of holding is head down as he screams bloody murder, reminds me when my mom use to clean out my ears with a bobby pin.  Bad flash backs!  Having boulders of wax in my ear was okay, compared to having my Mom mine for them.  I imagine that Charlie is saying, “Let me just have my darn snotty nose!”  Such is life, parent do know best.  The worse part of Charlie’s cold is that he cannot have his pacifier in his mouth while sleeping.  This has resulted in a few nights having to rock Charlie back to sleep.  It only takes about 30 minutes, but I have quickly seen how his sleeping has spoiled us.  Thanks Charlie for being such a great sleeper.  Also, I appreciate you taking part in this Father & Son Mucas Adventure.  (By the way, what did people use back in the day to suck snot of a child’s nose?  I wonder if they just used their mouths?  Time to search on Google.)