Best and Worst Mom in the World

According to my nearly seven month old daughter, I have already been the best and the worst Mom in the world (that's just from this morning).

Our day started out on a high note, when I came into her room to rescue her from the crib. The smile and outreached arms almost make up for time of day. However, this joy was cut short for the smallest member of our family when I deemed it necessary to bring out the snot sucking tool (NO, MOM, NOT THE BLUE BULB!) I imagine babies must think that their previously loving parents have done the classic Mama Jackal/Mama Hyde trick.

For the first nostril, she was still in blissful ignorance, opening her mouth, thinking this was a fun new toy that she hadn't seen in awhile. Quickly, that dream faded with the first (and might I add, satisfying) snot-pull. Screams of "how dare you...I thought you loved me" quickly followed, but my work was not done. I went in for the second nostril immediately, and an even bigger and more satisfying glob of goop emerged with this attempt. Her head was flying back and forth, but the worst was over. Only the physical and emotional clean-up needed to be done. Face is cleaned, tears are wiped, and the blue bulb is put back on the shelf. (For now... insert: scheming hand rub and slightly wild eyes...wahaha.)

I don't think any long term emotional trauma was inflicted. Unless, she is currently releasing pent-up anger on the green dinosaur. She is chomping it with a certain air of ferocity. I guess only time will tell...