Thursday, October 28, 2010

Warning!

Pretty much everything ever made has a warning or safety cap.  I used to either laugh at or be annoyed by those.  Who really needs all these baby proof caps?  Obviously they are for those parents with problem children.  Seriously, who cannot control their one year old?  Hmmmm?

Um, that would be me.  Those warnings were written for me and my Vivian.  We had a serious scare the other day when Vivian found a pill of some sort. Unbeknowst to us, she shoved it in her mouth - like everything else - and ate it.  Why not, it could be sweet like candy?  So after an evening of fun at the in-laws, from 9:30 at night to 6 am the next day Vivian was confused, energetic, eating, but certainly not sleeping.  It was awful.  I rushed her to the ER but there was no need to rush since we were seen 4 hours later.

After racking our brains and going through all the possibilities the doctor was confident she got hold of one of the pills my father in law takes.  They haven't had to really baby-proof in twenty years because when Flip was around he was easy breezy and never stuck things in his mouth. Basically he was not one of those kids.  But Vivian certainly is. 

Hopefully this is some sign of superior intelligence - all this searching and discovery through the mouth.  At least that's what I'm going to tell myself.  I remember thinking how crazy Flip was.  Boy was I wrong.  Wrong enough to beg God that my next child be a girl.  He must be laughing now. 

But the moral of the story is Baby Proof Baby Proof Baby Proof!  

Friday, October 15, 2010

Tattletale

Flip is a sweet little boy.  He is polite and loves his preschool.  He plays with his dogs, give spontanious hugs and all the other cute, endearing things that four year olds do.  But, he is four, therefore, he is a tattletale.

"MOM, Vivian is on my bed!"
"MOM, Vivian took my red truck!"
"MOM, Vivian opened the door...Vivian is bothering me...Vivian is in my way...Vivian is sitting on the dog...Vivian took her shoe off...Vivian is eating a cracker..."

If she sneezes, coughs, blinks, or moves I hear about it.  But how is it that Flip doesnt think its important to tell me that she is in his bathroom squirting glass cleaner all over the place and herself?  Hmm?  I thought he was my vigilante.  I guess since she was making Flip laugh and not irritating him it was OK to let this little behavior pass.  Clearly I need to teach him the difference between what is and is not worthy of telling me.  Clearly I need to babyproof the bathroom!