Yesterday, Lauren and Erin had school pictures, both individual and sibling pictures. I went to the mall on Tuesday and found these really cute shirts at Gymboree: cream-colored long-sleeved shirts saying "big sister" and "little sister" in fall colors. Since Lauren likes skirts (and rarely gets anything new), I splurged and got her the skirt and matching tights which had the same fall colors in leaves decorating the sides of the tights. Typical Gymboree cute. Picked up leggings for Erin. All told, the bill for these items was about $70, certainly a splurge.
I bring them home, and show them to Lauren. Less than thrilled would've been an understatement. She said she wasn't going to wear the shirt, I said she was, she said she wasn't...you get the picture. She said she wanted to wear what she wore last year. I told her that it wasn't an option, she was wearing the shirt, but she could wear jeans if she wanted. (I knew you wouldn't be able to see below the shirts in the pictures anyway...) She finally relented with this comment: "I guess I'll wear that costume you bought me..."
Costume. An outfit from Gymboree she calls a costume. The fact that, at 4, she mocked the clothes I bought her as a costume. (I, however, am $40 richer since I returned the skirt, tights and leggings...)
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Poison Control, Take 2
A few years back, I made my 1st call to poison control when I walked in on Lauren, who had taken her diaper off and had a dirty face, if you know what I mean. Yesterday, I made my 2nd call...
I was sitting on the sofa helping Ellie with her homework, and Erin yapped something at me and wandered upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard water running. Thinking she had turned the tub on, as she likes to do at bathtime, I ran upstairs and headed into the girls' bathroom, where the light was on. Spun right, toward the tub...no Erin. Turned left and there she was: standing on the stool and brushing her teeth with the flouride toothpaste. Lots of it. It was on her shirt, and boy was her breath minty! I looked at the bottle (Colgate Pop Stars) and there was quite a bit missing. I looked at the back of the bottle...something about if more than a normal brushing amount was ingested, contact Poison Control.
Lesson learned...a child would need to ingest about 3/4 of an adult tube of toothpaste for there to be a problem. I was told to give her some milk as she might get an upset stomach. No sign of that...
However, that leads me to a follow-up of the story...
So, this morning, Erin does #2 and tells me she needs a diaper change, as she now likes to be changed immediately when that's in her diaper. So I change her, and let me say...it was a very odd color and consistency -- don't know if that was flouride-related or not. I put a clean diaper on her and send her on her way. She goes downstairs and starts to cry. "My bottom hurts...I need cream..." I'm kinda confused by this, as I had just changed her and saw no irritation. So I confirm with her. "Your bottom hurts? You need cream?" She says yes, so I tell her to lay down and I go to get the cream. I come down, take off her diaper, and there, sticking out of her girl parts, is the plastic "T" that is a result of cutting a tag off of clothing -- the plastic that holds the tags to, in this case, socks. She was fine, once I removed the impaling object. :-) Don't know how that got there.
I was sitting on the sofa helping Ellie with her homework, and Erin yapped something at me and wandered upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard water running. Thinking she had turned the tub on, as she likes to do at bathtime, I ran upstairs and headed into the girls' bathroom, where the light was on. Spun right, toward the tub...no Erin. Turned left and there she was: standing on the stool and brushing her teeth with the flouride toothpaste. Lots of it. It was on her shirt, and boy was her breath minty! I looked at the bottle (Colgate Pop Stars) and there was quite a bit missing. I looked at the back of the bottle...something about if more than a normal brushing amount was ingested, contact Poison Control.
Lesson learned...a child would need to ingest about 3/4 of an adult tube of toothpaste for there to be a problem. I was told to give her some milk as she might get an upset stomach. No sign of that...
However, that leads me to a follow-up of the story...
So, this morning, Erin does #2 and tells me she needs a diaper change, as she now likes to be changed immediately when that's in her diaper. So I change her, and let me say...it was a very odd color and consistency -- don't know if that was flouride-related or not. I put a clean diaper on her and send her on her way. She goes downstairs and starts to cry. "My bottom hurts...I need cream..." I'm kinda confused by this, as I had just changed her and saw no irritation. So I confirm with her. "Your bottom hurts? You need cream?" She says yes, so I tell her to lay down and I go to get the cream. I come down, take off her diaper, and there, sticking out of her girl parts, is the plastic "T" that is a result of cutting a tag off of clothing -- the plastic that holds the tags to, in this case, socks. She was fine, once I removed the impaling object. :-) Don't know how that got there.
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