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Everyday is an Adventure

I have a squirming two-year-old on my lap.  She was screaming in her crib for the last ten minutes, and I ignored her because a) she should be asleep and b) I was trying to enjoy a kid free bowl of ice cream.  It didn't work.  It's hard to enjoy eating and listen to screaming at the same time, but I didn't share, so I feel like I kind of won.  

The squirming-screaming two-year-old was a newborn when I started this blog.  Ross had just returned to work after taking paternity leave.  I was home alone fulltime with four kids and clearly must have been bored.  Kids demand so little, especially newborns.  Especially two.  My goal was to share some of our parenting adventures and misadventures and to have some adult conversation.  Even if it was only one sided and mostly in my head.     

In two years a lot has happened, but very little has changed.  I am still home fulltime with the kids, and we are still misadventuring daily.  

To that point, we found Carter chewing on a Vics Vapor pad she pulled out of the humidifier this morning.  She'll be fine.  She said her mouth was hot, but the rest of us found her breath extra soothing.  

I'm not totally shocked when questionable items find their way into the two-year-old's mouths.  When it's the boys, on the other hand, I feel like they are old enough to know better.  They like to prove me wrong.  The other day they informed me that they had noticed something white on the living room floor, but they didn't know what it was.  It looked like flour, so they took a pinch and put it in their mouths.  

Really?!  You didn't know what it was, so you put it in your mouth?! What kind of basic sanitation rules did I fail to teach these boys?  This seems like 101 type stuff!

The white powder, they said, was salty.

I explained to them that their sister, after getting out of the tub, had run into the living room and peed on the carpet.  I sprinkled baking soda on the carpet to soak up the pee...

Maybe next time they will think twice before putting something they can't identify into their mouths.  Maybe.  

Two years of blogging, and I'm still writing about the shocking stuff that goes into our kid's mouths!

Laugh or cry, that's usually where I find myself in these situations.  I'm an ugly crier, so I generally choose to laugh.  Oh, kids...  

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