Setting: Dinner table, telling Daddy about our day...
Daddy: What did you do today?
Claire: Ummm...what did we do Mommy?
Me: Well, we went running this morning...
Claire: Yeah, we went running! With Kai and Davis and Kayla...They are my friends...but I really like George and Randi too...but they are not Running People...they are Yard People.
|What, isn't it normal for a 2 1/2 year old to chow down on kale?|
Wednesday morning, 10:24 AM. We are in Michael's Craft Store. Claire finds a random marble that had fallen off a flower arrangement. "Oooh, it's pretty," she says. "Can I keep it?" I answer, "I think that will be okay, but let's ask the lady when we check out just to be sure." (I have issues stemming from what we in my family refer to as the Great Golden Corral Heist of 1989. Short moral of a very long story: Contrary to popular opinion, the crackers on the salad bar are not technically "free" if you are not paying for a salad. And those bubble suits from the 1980's have really large pockets that can hold a lot of illegal Captain's Wafers. And when your Dad has been witnessing to the manager of said Golden Corral, and finds your bubble suit pockets stuffed with illegal crackers, he will drive your 5 year old self right back to that Golden Corral to return the contraband and apologize to the manager, while your guilty brother denies his involvement in the entire event, until Christmas over 20 years later when he finally admits his guilt, only to have everyone except for me laugh and think the whole situation is just hilarious...Okay, that was a longer moral than I intended.)
10:33 AM. We are checking out and Claire holds up her precious marble and asks the cashier, "It's okay if I can have this bead?" "Sure, honey," the sweet lady replies. "Just don't put it in your mouth!" "Oh," I said, smiling, "You don't have to worry about that. She doesn't put things like that in her mouth."
10:42 AM. We are sitting in the Walmart parking lot. I am feeding Averi Kate in the car before we go into the store. From the backseat, Claire says, "Mommy? There's something in my nose. It hurts when I try to get it out." Oblivious, I answer, "Oh, I'm sorry honey. I will come look at it when I finish feeding your sister."
10:45 AM. I strap AK into the Bjorn, ready to tackle Walmart, and walk around to the other side to get Claire. "Okay, let me see if I can clean your nose real quick." Claire tilts her head back and I see THE MARBLE waaaay far up in her nasal cavity. I FREAK out. "THAT'S YOUR BEAD!!!" Frantic, I press down her other nostril and yell, "Blow! Blow!" At which point she immediately starts to sniff. "NOOO! Stop!" As Claire begins to cry, I alternate between yelling in panic and trying to comfort her ("It's okay, we'll get someone to get it out for you, OH MY WORD, it'll be okay honey, I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE'S A MARBLE IN YOUR NOSE, here, drink some water, it's okay.")
10:48 AM. I tear out of the Walmart parking lot while dialing the doctor's number. "May I help you?" the unwitting receptionist asks sweetly. "Well, I have a situation," I replied. "My daughter has a BEAD STUCK UP HER NOSE. Can we come see if someone can get it out?" After a moment of scuffling around, the receptionist come back and says, "Can you come now?" "I'm already halfway there," I replied.
Fast forward, the sweet nurse practitioner was able to retrieve the infamous marble with her "alligator clamp", while a team of nurses + mommy held down poor, brave Claire. It took 3 or 4 tries but they got it out, and Claire ended up with some pretty sweet prizes in the end - a special lollipop and a new purple bag from the nurses.
This morning Claire colored and decorated a special thank-you card for the nurses with this message:
Dear Mrs. Caye and Nurses,
Thank you for getting the bead out of my nose! And thank you for the treats, too! I ate my special lollipop while carrying around my new purple bag on my shoulder like a purse at Kroger!
We delivered it and they just loved it. I'm super glad that's all over.
"Why are you holding your ears, Claire?"
"I don't like this part."
"We don't have to read this book, we can read another one."
"No, I like the book. I just don't like this page."
The funny thing is, the words don't say anything about the cat getting sprayed. Just the picture shows it. But my sweet child was holding her ears so she wouldn't...see...it? I just love her to death.
|Claire and her Baby Justice|
Here are some cute shots of AK.
And for the two awesome toys...
A ball of yarn...
And a sales paper!
Who needs toys when you have awesome household objects to discover?!?!