Roxanne is extremely displeased by nasal noises. She could be totally and completely asleep, like that baby sleep where you can cut their finger nails without them waking up, and if my husband blows his nose in the downstairs living room, she instantly wakes up with a start. If I'm nursing her and I sniffle, she stiffens and cuts her stare sideways to give me the stink eye. The really strange thing is that my husband and I can be carrying on a normal conversation at a normal volume, and she can easily sleep through it, but if Justin does that icky hock back a lugey (how do you even spell that?) thing, she starts fussing. It's like she's got some kind of nasal alarm.
Perhaps she's destined to be an Ear, Nose, Throat Doctor and cure the stuffy noses of the world. I sure hope so. I haven't signed up for a 401K plan yet.
About the Author
Adriane Lilly works as a paralegal in Midtown Atlanta. She is a recent graduate of the University of Georgia and holds a Bachelor's in English, which she utilizes by writing for several blogs and pretending to be mentally culminating the next Great American Novel. She and her husband, Justin, are learning to be parents one day at a time from their amazing daughter Roxanne, who was born on December 19, 2007. And no, she's not named for that song by the Police. They are sincerely hopeful that by the time Roxanne hits kindergarten, no one will remember that song anymore. If not, she's more than welcome to pick a nickname.
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