My kids are very curious kids. Their pediatrician tells me that means they're smart. If I don't keep them entertained, they will tend to entertain themselves by exploring what toothpaste can do to carpet, or how much cereal can fit in the couch cushions or eating bittersweet chocolate squares for breakfast. Today proved to be no different.
It was a typical evening.....juggling dinner prep between feeding and burping a newborn, Allie playing on the kitchen floor under my feet and Audrey singing a random song she's making up as she goes in the other room. We had finished supper and the older girls were headed to the bathtub. I was washing Ava's bottles when I hear Audrey say, "Mom, look what Allie's doing......" I hear this a lot. I glanced over but it looked like she was just hitting some toys together on the end table or struggling with her legos. I didn't see the hand sanitizer. Not long after that Allie comes running over to me, squishing her face like those who drink black coffee for the first time and sticking out her tongue. She had eaten hand sanitizer. I'd heard horror stories about how little kids can get alcohol poisoning from this.
It was a typical evening.....juggling dinner prep between feeding and burping a newborn, Allie playing on the kitchen floor under my feet and Audrey singing a random song she's making up as she goes in the other room. We had finished supper and the older girls were headed to the bathtub. I was washing Ava's bottles when I hear Audrey say, "Mom, look what Allie's doing......" I hear this a lot. I glanced over but it looked like she was just hitting some toys together on the end table or struggling with her legos. I didn't see the hand sanitizer. Not long after that Allie comes running over to me, squishing her face like those who drink black coffee for the first time and sticking out her tongue. She had eaten hand sanitizer. I'd heard horror stories about how little kids can get alcohol poisoning from this.
I use her shirt to scrape the rest of it out of her mouth and of course called the Poison Control Center. Since she didn't act intoxicated within the hour, we didn't have to take her to the ER. We now keep our sanitizer up on the fireplace mantle.
This excitement came after this morning, Audrey decided to change Allie's diaper. Audrey at four years of age has expressed an interest in learning how to change a "real" baby's diaper and I taught her before Ava was born. She was told not to change Ava or Allie's diapers without Mommy or Daddy's help. Well. Today, because "it needed to be done," she took it upon herself to change Allie's poop filled diaper. I walked past Allie's room a few hours later (oh no, my kids don't feel guilty and tell me anything right after it happens) after we'd all been downstairs and back up again, and found poop smeared into the carpet and lying randomly on the floor. my first reaction was to rip up the carpet and get new, but realizing that wasn't my reality, grabbed the first thing I could see to clean it--diaper wipes. After about 100, I realize, I will need to get a rag and some cleaner. Thinking I got the majority of the mess up, I lift up her step stool to put it back beside her bed (why it was moved, I'm still unsure) and find more brown balls of poop. Really!? And of course, smashed poop underneath the stool. Bleh! I'm so tired of poop. My idea of just scrapping the room and starting over is sounding better. Upon texting my husband the thrill of the morning, he responds, "I just had to laugh at that one." Since he thought it was so funny, I closed her gate and left the deep cleaning of the carpet for him.
Never a dull moment
Sarah
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