He poked a hole in the back of his diaper. I had just put it on and they are very expensive so I thought I'd just leave it cause it was in the back and he might not notice.
Shortly thereafter, he came up to me , pointed at his nose and went "Uhn, uhn". When I looked up his nose there was wadded up diaper stuck up there. He must have rolled it in little balls and used his little finger to cram them deep in his nostril. The only thing I could think of was to get that blue/green bulb to suck snot out of his nose the DR gives you when they come home from the hospital when they are born.
When he saw me coming with that thing, he started to run and cry. Thinking I might have to take him to the emergency room if I couldn't get it out scared me. So I pinned him down and put him in a headlock. All the time he is screaming and thrashing around, crying.
I got out three balls of diaper. Looking up his nose with a flashlight, it seemed I had got it all.
I put him in his highchair and gave him a Popsicle to calm him down. While he was in the chair, he sneezed, and again pointed to his nose, going "Uhn, uhn." There were two more balls stuck up there. This time he held his head back and let me use the nasal aspirator on him, thinking he might get another Popsicle.
For a long time after that, he stuck all kinds of things up his nose...rocks, peas, macaroni. I was forever picking things out of there.
Needless to say, I became weary of his antics.
I threatened to punish him...he wasn't buying that.
One day he came to me, pointing at his nose, "Uhn, uhn."
"What did you put up there now, Boy?" as I pinched his nose.
He let out a scream, and snorted real hard! Out came a goat head. THAT was the LAST time he put anything up his nose. Pain is a great motivator.