A man who never gave up on romance - Mario Saincic's Writing Blog

Yesterday, every time I changed my son's nappy he had only made a pee. Yes, a pee nappy is far better than a toxic mess, but when they are that age it is important to monitor their stool frequency. It isn't as regular as clockwork. So by late afternoon and while changing him again, we made a pact that the only time I would put on a new nappy was if he had made a poo. He unfortunately did not uphold his end and when my wife got home, she frowned at me wondering why our son had suddenly picked up so much weight. Just kidding, it wasn't that bad. So, everytime he made even the slightest fart (some are trumpeted) during the night and this morning, I jumped up expecting a reward based on our agreement. I know this sounds strange, but I have never before looked forward to a shit nappy as today. Then it happened. I was so excited I immediately messaged my wife. She knows I'm a nut so she merely replied with a smiling emoji. Afterwards, when my son offered a smile of rel

I bought a nasal aspirator. Before taking my son for his 10 week immunisations, I checked to see whether I had the correct folder with all his details my wife had so efficiently filed away. Nodding my head and smiling that I had in fact found what I needed, a pamphlet fell out which the paediatrician had handed me on our first visit, advertising an aspirator. Seeing as our baby boy does have congestion issues from time to time, I picked up the ad and read the text, wondering whether this item really worked. The image again raised concern in my mind because even though the simple design of mouthpiece, clear tube and cylinder on the end seemed practical enough, it still looked like something you'd buy in a sex shop. That aside, I YouTubed the thing and was amazed to see how effective it was. The reviews were good. So, after his shots (God, I hate needles) I went out and got one. He is now so at ease that five-hour sleeping sessions have become the norm. Well, not all the time.