I have dozens of potential Your Turn topics saved up, but each of them requires some careful thought and response on my part. Today I have neither the time nor the brain for such endeavors, so instead we shall continue the theme of toddler antics started by my dear Raphael (see “Of course he does this on Memorial Day” below).
Many of you have emailed already, so I know these stories are out there. Spill it. Tell us what crazy thing your toddler shoved up his nose, or into his ear, or smeared on the dog. And (for our own future reference, of course) tell us how you got it out.
Oh good! When I saw the bead up the nose story yesterday, I so wanted to share my story.
It isn’t about my toddler… she hasn’t yet done anything too crazy…. it’s about me.
When I was little I got a marble stuck up my nose. As I recall, I was rolling it around on my face because I loved the way it felt, smooth and cool. And somehow as it was rolling, it made its way into my nostril. My parents had to take me to the minor emergency center so a doctor could pull it out. (I don’t remember how he did it.) They’ve never let me forget about that incident.
Thanks for letting us share. I look forward to reading all the stories.
My son didn’t smear anything on the dog (we don’t have one) but when he was still in a crib he got a hold of a tube of Desitin and "painted" the crib white with it. And himself. I don’t remember how I got it off – I think just a lot of wiping.
Believe it or not after 5 children all going through that toddler stage, not one of them ever shoved anything up their nose. However, we had quite a few stitches and sprained ankles, and 5 knee surgeries. Yes you heard it right. FIVE. Seems like my Mom passed on her wonderful knee genes to my kids. My oldest daughter had surgery when she was 12 several floating bodies in her knee. My second daughter had surgery on both her knees. She is a dancer, and was having knee pain, seemed she needed what they call a lateral release, to loosen up her muscle a bit. She’s been fine ever since. Then there is my 4th child. He is the doozy. They had to reattach half of his knee cap on one knee, then a year later had to reconstruct his ligaments and do a lateral release on the same knee. Thank goodness he is doing fine, and as a matter of fact we call him the Jack of ALL Sports. He was cleaning out his car one day and we counted 8 different kinds of sports equipment. OH, and he is a Boy Scout too! Just completed his Eagle Scout. Yes the proud Mama is bragging. Sorry to be off the toddler topic, but thought you might like to hear of my medical woes, LOL. OH< and my knees have been bothering me lately, but the doctor says Arthur Itis has come to visit me.
My 3-year-old found a couple of coins on my dresser and was playing with them while lying on his back. He put them in his mouth and managed to swallow one of them. I thought it was a penny, so for a week we checked stools for a penny. We hadn’t seen it come out, so we went to the dr. for an x-ray. They saw it and said to give it 10 more days before they will take more drastic measures. Finally, about 2 days before the deadline, I saw some metal in his stool. It turns out, though, that it wasn’t a penny, but a quarter!!
My toddlers have always managed to empty the water cooler at least once (5 gallons of water) during their toddlerhood. It makes almost no noise because it empties onto the carpet, and it doesn’t take much time. Lots of towels and the dehumidifier and mold killing sprays for several days help to alleviate the condition caused by five gallons of water soaked into the carpet, but nothing makes the carpet as good as new except a new carpet.
While toddlers, each of my boys have managed to stuff lots of coins into the CD/tape player rendering it useless, and they also stuff (present tense) coins in the car temperature control making it impossible to adjust the car temperature. One time I paid money to have the coins removed. This time I’m going to try a magnet.
A few months ago, my then two year old decided to take a bath. As usual, I ran to get him when I heard running bath water, but this time he had closed the door and opened a vanity drawer located next to the door which made the door impossible to open. I commanded him to open the door, and that worked as well as you may have already guessed. Prior to this, I believed I could break down a door with the force of my body weight if my children were ever in danger, but I could not. However, my attempt to break the door down really, really scared him, and he got out of tub, closed the drawer and opened the door because he needed a hug after that. Yay!
My Mum has an old box she stores some Christmas ornaments in. The box is from a GI playset that belonged to my cousin. Every year we smile when we see that box, remembering my cousin and that playset. You see, it came with some play jewels for GI to find. My cousin stuck one WAY up his nose and had to go to the emergency room to have it removed. Heh.
My youngest was around 4-5 when he claimed to have swallowed a metal ball from magnetix. I lived in fear, since a month later we were flying to Disney. I was terrified he would set of the metal detector. Of course, nothing of the sort happened, but I was a wreck.
A Perler bead!
Extracted (very carefully) with a pair of tweezers.
Never again will my daughter “scratch her nose” while holding such a very small piece of plastic.
Well, the worst mess we’ve had was due to diaper digging. I know most of them do this, but this was quite exceptional. I found her after her nap, and she had painted her entire body, every inch of her crib, and the wall behind the crib. I just wanted to burn the room down and be done with it. It all cleaned up pretty well, though I had to scrub down parts of her crib with a toothbrush!
My current toddler has painted his head with peanut butter a couple of times now. It takes several shampoos to get the smell out completely. He also used to dump out the board games before I finally found a new home for them…after I found several of those little blue and pink "Game of LIFE" people in his diaper.
The worst "swalling weird things" case I’ve seen was actually my baby brother. He swallowed a jack, as in jacks you play with the little rubber ball. He was stuck in his throat for several terrifying minutes, not blocking his airway completely but causing a lot of distress…by the time the paramedics came he has swallowed it. It made it’s way out a few days later. 🙂
Dang it…I can spell "swallowing", I promise!
One night while checking on our daughter Kim while she was in her crib her father and I noticed she seemed to have extremely bad breath and that her nose was bleeding a little. After noticing she seemed to have something stuffed up in her nose we were finally able to get it out with some tweezers. Come to find out she had pulled the stuffing out of one of her stuffed animals and had shoved the stuffing up her nose!
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever even told her about that! That one is ALMOST as good as the time she got the round hairbrush twisted into her hair so tight, up to her scalp, we had to remove it with a knife. The hairbrush, not her scalp. 🙂
Just a few short months ago, my lovely 2-yr old daughter decided to stick a dry bean up her nose. If you didn’t know what it was, you would have thought it was a booger but she kept telling me "nose". She actually had one up each nostril but I managed to get one out by having her blow through her nose. The other one wouldn’t budge. I was thankful my tweezers was down here and I did get it out after a few minutes with that but talk about scary! I used to think my son was a challenge until she hit that stage and he was nothing compared to her. Thankfully no smearing stuff yet although they did manage to get water from our rain barrels and make mud by my rhubarb patch. Pretty soon they were without their clothes and covered in mud. Nothing a good bath couldn’t take care of though.
When my parents were in the military and my sisters were young, their neighbor’s son stuck beans up his nose. They actually sprouted. My sister stuffed little wads of Kleenex up her nose. What is the fascination with the nose? Too funny!
Nose pickers and band aides….. Our oldest son had the yucky habit of picking his nose and eating it…. yuck… It turned into a "tick". This habit was so intense for him that in first grade he would pick at it so much while in school that his nose would bleed. We had a dear first grade teacher that would tell us that it would almost make her vomit. With the ped. we trid many different methods to break this habit. One was to put band aides on the tip of his fingers to give him a physical reminder when he had his finger up his nose. At this point we had four children under the age of 6. I was driving the our driveway bringing the kids home from school. My childhood friend who lives 700 miles away had just arrived for a visit. I was looking forward to introducing my kids to her. In the back of the car I hear a "I think we have problem here" and look in the rear view mirror. My son has goobs of blood all over his face and no band aide on his finger. It was wedged far into his nose and would not budge with the assistance of tweezers and blowing. My husband, God Bless him, is an emergency room physican. A quick trip to the ER solved the problem. My friend had an intresting intro to my kids! At that point she had two little quiet girls. She now has 9 children with her share of boys and I have been blessed with 6. Thank you Jesus I have had only one serious nose picker. He is now 15 and picks only once in a while 🙂
Well, he wasn’t categorically a toddler, but my 5-year-old son jammed purple play-doh in his ear canal. I was bathing him one day and he asked me, "Ma, when are you gonna get the play-doh out?" Huh? what play-doh, said I. He had apparently had it in the ear for 3+ days because that’s when he last played with it. It had really melted and became part of his ear at this point so I took him into the Pediatricians office that morning. She dug out "doh" with this neat little lighted scooper thing. Can you believe she billed my insurance for an $325 outpatient surgical procedure of "foreign object removal from ear"?
Too funny.
He’s 13 now, but at 11 he gave us a good scare. He had only one previous emergency that required two stitches in his cheek (he fell and hit it on a plastic toy) – but he was two. At 11 and a cub scout, with all the safety stuff we go over, you would think he would have thought not to do what he did.
I was out for coffee one evening with a friend. When I got back, the house was empty of kids and the dh. I noticed on the phone that a call came in from the friend I was just with (so I assumed it was her husband calling here for some reason or another). I called back thinking maybe he/she knew where my family was. The first thing her husband asks is, "Is (his wife) there?" I panic. "No, why? Do you know where Dan is?" He replies, "She has your kids and will be right there. Dan took Connor to the ER because he’s choking on something metal?" The doorbell rings. In comes my younger two with his wife and my daughter explains what exactly Connor was choking on.
Ltd. Too had jeans with metal bows on them. I got her two pair, but one pair the bow came off. It was saved for me to put it back on (yeah, right!). That night, he decided to put it in his mouth, lean back and shoot it out of his mouth after taking in air. Instead, it does right down his throat!
I understood that he was breathing or my dh would have called the paramedics. Still, I was scared and flabbergasted that this otherwise intelligent kid did this.
I don’t care what people have said about Walter Reed Army Medical Center in D.C. – they gave him the best of care and the surgery to scope it out of his espophogus was a success. He loved all the attention paid him there, too. If it were possible, I’d e-mail the x-ray the doctor sent us so you all could see it. It’s hilarious to see this chest x-ray with a ribbon shape in the wrong direction – in the center of a kids chest. Funny!
This also is not about any of my boys. This story happened to me. When I was 5 years old, my brother who was 3 stuck a water soluble crayon up my nose. It mushed when my mom attempted to use tweezers, and we did end up in the emergency room. You know, I don’t remember what they did to get it out either. Really, you would think we were old enough to know better…
I still say it – after some of the stunts my own brothers pulled, we will be in trouble if our own boys ever surprise me!
Now I read the smeared on the dog part – that story is about one of my boys! Actually smeared on the cat. When my now 5 year old was 2, he decided to put sunscreen all over our cat, who was dense enough to sit there and let him. The nice water resistant kind. Does not come out of cat fur. Took 4 baths, which I don’t bath a cat anyway under normal circumstances. I still think that some of it had to wear off eventually – the baths never took it all out.
Just recently my 2 year old (my first) stuck a dried chickpea up her nose. It happened during a bible study while the kids were with a sitter upstairs. I had let her play with a noise maker I made out of an Easter egg filled with chickpeas and at one point it broke open, spilling beans everywhere. And our carpet is the same color as chickpea. She got it really stuck up there, and thankfully the ladies from bible study helped me get it out with tweezers. It was scary! I’ve heard that if you close off the other nostril and blow into the kids mouth really hard (like CPR), invaders of the nostril will come out. It’s worth a try *next* time. 🙂
When I was three years old, my mother went down to the pantry in the basement to grab something. Somehow, I locked the door on her after she went down. The only other exit was the bulkhead door, but it was broken and barricaded, so she could not get back upstairs until someone opened the door from the kitchen side.
While she was banging on the door and trying to coach my older brother (then 5) through unlatching the "hook and eye" lock, I proceeded to open up three bottles of maple syrup and smear them all over the floor. Then I dropped a bag of sugar onto the maple syrup and began jumping and playing in it with my 1 year old brother. All the while, my older brother (he’s now a priest…he never could tell a lie) was filling my mother in on the antics. She was panic-stricken -locked in the basement, listening to "oops, now she’s pouring sugar on top of the maple syrup…oh, now she and Tom are rolling in it…oh, boy, it’s really a mess".
Eventually John got the door opened. They changed the lock that weekend. I have no memory of this story, but it’s a family favorite now.
My son was 3 when he went with his Dad to Grandma’s for deer hunting. While there he managed to put a bead up his nose. They tried and tried, but could not get it out.
Hubby brought him to the emergency room, where the doctor continued to try to get it out, with no success. At that point, they decided to put him under and push it through and down his throat. At this point, my husband calls me.
So, I wake up my sleeping daughter, put her in the car at 9:30 at night, drive an hour, and get there as he wakes up from the anesthesia. If you’ve been through this, you know it’s not fun.
As we’re leaving, the doctor tells us to listen to his breathing carefully for a few days, as he may have pushed the bead into his lungs instead of his stomach. Talk about scary!
It turned out fine–we never saw the bead again, but my son is still breathing, six years later, so I guess he’s okay.
Our downstairs bathroom has a hook & eye lock on the door because years earlier, my oldest child locked himself and a few neighborhood kids in the bathroom by mistake. After much pleading, I got them all out safety. Then we took the lock off, which was great until we had an adults only Christmas Party and I forgot that we had no lock on the door. Big Mistake. Then I decided to put the hook and eye lock on the door, and being wise to children, I made sure it was really high up on the door. It seemed to work for awhile until my youngest who is now 5 locked herself in the bathroom one morning about a year ago. I tried in vain to coach her for about 45 minutes. Finally I gave up and called 911, within minutes the paramedics came and had to take the door off the hinges to release her. Needless to say, she was hysterical crying, she had no pants on and the toilet looked, well, let’s not talk about that…
When my daughters were 3 1/2 and almost 2, I was 7 months along with my third baby and I was TIRED. So, I had them in the hallway playing while I tried to take a short nap in my room. My laundry area was right behind the double doors next to my door. I thought it was a very safe place to play asI always kept the soap up high in the upper cabinets. So after a 15 minute snooze, I heard sliding and giggling–I looked into the hall and saw my girls *ice-skating* down the long, hardwood hallway. It was SO slippery that I almost fell just walking on it. I couldn’t figure out what they had put on the floor to make it so slippery. My oldest said, "Look, Mommy" and held up the dispenser for fabric softener, that I usually keep on my washer and showed me how they dug out the residual blue stuff and smeared it all over the floor. It took a lot of 409 and towels to clean it all up, the hallway smelled intensely of the stuff and my second daughter is rather allergic to strong perfume smells and scented lotions—small wonder!
These are just a few things I remember that my teen daughters did that was funny.
1st daughter around 2-3 had a toy barn with a silo that the animals and people could go down rather like a slide somehow she got her leg in there. We thought we would have to go to the emergency room. With all the twisting and pulling we were doing we thought we were dislocating her hip. We finally got it off after if I remember correctly putting cooking oil down it.
Same child a few years later had an aversion to me spitting on a tissue and then cleaning her face. Her face always seemed dirty. Well I had her spit on the tissue and a tooth came flying out. I have never used spit to clean since then.
The last one is I had both daughters with me for the older one’s doctor appt at the local children’s hospital. Younger daughter was bored stuck in tiny exam room and was playing with the box of toys mostly preschool ones although she was probably about 8 or 10. Well she got a finger stuck in this wooden car. The resident helping the doctor tried to get it off, her finger started to swell, and the toy got tighter. So we stopped the appt and went through the hospital to the ER. The poor resident was so concerned. The ER nurse looked at it and said use the soap in the sink. The resident hesitated and argued a bit about water making the wood swell but did what the nurse said and it popped right off.
When one of my daughters was about 2 she brought me a curtain rod bracket from the curtain next to the front door. With the bracket was 1 nail. When I asked her where the other one was she pointed to her mouth, then of course said no she didn’t swallow it…Of course she had. It was too long to pass so they had to go down after it!
Another daughter, at about the same age, was "helping" me make cookies. As she watched the dough mix she swung her hair around and it got caught in the mixer. It pulled her head down and slammed it into the machine- ouch! We always keep hair pulled back now!
Super glue…I’ll never forget when my son at the age of 3 took super glue and glued his eye shut. Yes, you read right, his eye! I was pregnant and the we had just had pink eye run through the 3 kids. I went to the bathroom and then I heard this screaming coming from the kitchen. I ran out of the bathroom and found him holding his eye and crying. His eye lid looked like it had melted shut to his face, so I immediatley thought he had burned it somehow seeing as how he was in the kitchen. I was throwing water on it and trying to get my 4 year old daughter to tell me what happened. She must have pointed to the tube of super glue, that’s when I saw our junk drawer wide open. He thought the tube was the pink eye medicine that we had used a couple of weeks ago. I don’t usually panic but I did because I thought he was going to lose his eye and how in the world were they going to get the glue out. I ran to the neighbors dropped off the other 2 kids, and ran him to the ER. The ER didn’t even know what to do with him, no one had ever seen an eye superglued shut. One of the nurses called poison control. They suggested using mineral oil to rub the glue out. My husband had come by now and I was still filling out the papers and he went back with our son. I remember walking into the room and seeing a mineral oil enema sitting next to the bed and thinking, what in the world are they doing to him, he does not have a bowel problem! I didn’t know they were actually using it on a piece of cloth to rub out the glue. After over an hour they finally had enough out that they could see his eye and tell us that he must have closed his eye right before the glue fell on the eye because his eye was fine. His big beautiful long lashes were pretty messed up and we had to cut some of them but the mineral oil worked. We laugh now, but man was that scary! I have never met anyone else who’s kid put super glue in their eye. O’ did I mention that 6 weeks later we were back in the ER because he cut his hand with a steak knife trying to cut an apple…but that is another story.
We haven’t had any up the nose moments – & hopefully won’t! Nor any major smearings. My almost 4 year old son is currently very attracted to water. Inside or outside. This past week he has also taken to soaking dolls, stuffed animals, battery operated toys – any toys – in the sink…several times soaking the floor also. Today, he was also squirting my lotion down the drain too. He can get in trouble and get his butt spanked for it at least five times a day, and nothing phases him – he’s right back at it!
My toddler swallowed my wedding ring. It surfaced in her diaper two days later!
Ironically,in funny timing with this topic, today after nap the two old boy in this household woke up with a glob of gum in his hair. Apparently he went down to nap with said gum in his mouth so shame on me for not noticing.
Our solution was cuddle time on the couch this afternoon watching barefoot contessa on food network while I worked ice and then peanut butter through his hair. He smells funny but gum is gone.
Our oldest was a little under 2 when the Homeland Security Dept was advising everyone to go and buy duct tape and rolls of plastic sheeting in case of a domestic terrorist attack. Even though we lived in a way teeny town that would hardly be much of a target, I still worried a bit about it and brought up the possibility that perhaps maybe we should be out buying duct tape and plastic sheeting as well (even though I am not sure what good it was going to do, LOL!).
Anyway, one Saturday morning, 5 minutes or so after starting the dishwasher, we began to smell an acrid odor. Another couple of minutes passed and our eyes were stinging and every breath we took made us hack. We literally couldn’t breathe. My husband headed for the door, but by this point I was sure that the terrorists really WERE bombing our neck of the woods and that the entire neighborhood was probably full of poison gas. Thankfully, my husband has a good deal of common sense, and after grabbing the kids and I out of the shower stall where we were hiding, he took us out to the parking lot of our apartment complex, where, amazingly, there was no poison gas. Then the brave man went back in to investigate.
As it turns out, our toddler had found an opened packet of red pepper from a pizza and had emptied it into the bottom of the dishwasher where it lay until that morning when I started it. Apparently red pepper + hot water + steam = pepper gas. We still laugh about it today.
AGe 2 Bill decided to take a purple marker to his 1 year old sister’ head and then proceeded to mark up the upholstery of an antique couch…all done in the amount of time it takes a mother to slip in & out of the bathroom.
My daughter was 20 months old when my son was born and though she loved her little brother she also didn’t realize that she shouldn’t lay blankets all over him and pile him with toys so I made sure never to leave her alone with him. When he was about a week old he was asleep in my arms and I decided to lay him on the couch for a second while I ran to make myself a sandwich because I was starving!! It took me about one whole minute to whip up a quick sandwich and when I came back I saw my daughter writing on his face with a pen! She even wrote on his eyelids…thankfully his eyes were closed or I can only imagine what would have happened! I was horrified to see what can happen in ONE minute!! But the baby slept through it all!
Same daughter, now three years old, just had to get a short haircut because of getting gum in her hair when she was playing with it. There were horrible gobs of purple gum stuck everywhere and I didn’t even want to deal with it so whisked her off to the salon and got it all cut out. It turned out okay and I learned not to give a three year old gum.
When I was two, my mom made french toast for breakfast. Now my mom is a great cook and baker, but I don’t like french toast and didn’t then. She informed me that I could not leave the table until all my french toast was gone. Two minutes later, she came back and my french toast was gone. She told me what a good girl I was and let me go play. The next day, she went to lift a covered butter dish which seemed extraordinarily heavy. She opened it to find my french toast. I have no memory of being so devious, but it scares me that I was.
I do remember when I was about three, my mom had started making PB&J sandwiches for lunch and had opened a brand new jar of peanut butter and stuck a butter knife in it when the phone rang. She went to answer it and became engaged in a conversation. Being a hungry three-year-old, I decided to take matters into my own hands and proceeded to push my chair the counter and climb up. I removed the butter knife and fed myself 3/4 of the jar before my mother realized what I was doing. I was pretty sick for a while after that and I can’t eat too much peanut butter to this day (I’ll be 28 in October) without getting sick to my stomach.
My family (Canadian) used to spend summer vacations at McCombs Bay Park in New York. One day while trying to keep up with my siblings on the way to the beach, I came across a German Shepherd sitting along the path. He very
discreetly took a chomp out of my face. To the point that
bone could be seen through the torn skin and blood.
Quite a bite. Just so happened that by God’s grace, a first
class plastic surgeon was on duty at the local hospital just when I arrived at the emergency room. His name was Dr. Baluka…When the family returned to Montreal, our family doctor was amazed not only by the fact that this specialist just happened to be on duty at the time, but that he did such an amazing job… the scar (which otherwise would have been disastrous) is barely visible to this day. Thank you Dr. Baluka, wherever you are out there, and all you doctors who work in the trenches and don’t always see the end result of your hard work! (this happened 38 years ago near Plattsburgh NY.)
My dear boy (3 yr. old) started SCREAMING in the van the other day. He obviously had something stuck up his nose. I pulled over, and he instantly stopped screaming- it just came out. What was up his nose? His chewing gum. And this is the gross part. He said it had lost its flavor, and so he stuck it up his nose to get some of that good flavor on his gum!
Tonight at dinner the 2 year old boy had a green pea stuck up his nose. Daddy pressed against the other nostril and had him blow it out.
And 9 month old baby is the worst. If anyone happens to leave the bathroom door open and happens not to have flushed the potty, she is in there trying to eat it. Totally gross. And of course, she’s out of sight for like 37 seconds, and the damage is done. And if there’s nothing in the potty, she’s content to just dip her arms in and splash.
Oh, how I wish I’d read your solution to rosary bead ejection a couple of months ago! I had my two yr old in the ocean (yes, in March! Sometimes South Florida isn’t such a bad place to be) and she got a snootful from a surprise wave. It was enough to make her do that chokey-vomit thing and some of it got stuck in her nose. She couldn’t get it out, so I covered her open nostril and put my mouth to the clogged one and gave a great big suck. It cleaned her nose right out, but all I could do was rinse my mouth with salty ocean water.
When my oldest was 2, he managed to get all of his own eyelashes stuck in his eye. Poor kid was strapped in his carseat, screaming bloody murder for no apparent reason. He must have been rubbing his eyes and the lid got twisted. Having only had one eyelash at a time stuck in my eye, I can only imagine how much the whole lot of them would hurt. I was glad that he didn’t scratch his cornea.
Laura, make sure you write that tasty story down for your boy! Booger flavored chewing gum. Yum!
When my son was three my friend gave us a bingo game she had picked up at a thrift store. Most of the pieces were missing so we used navy beans for space markers. Well, you guessed it, the three year old shoves a bean up his nose – way up his nose. My husband called the doctor who advised us that if we could still see the bean, we could get the bean. He told us to take the paper off of a twist tie, make a loop from the metal wire and use it to pull out the bean. We had to put on a video, lay my son on the couch and dig around for the bean using the "bean getter" and a flashlight. It took about half an hour, but my husband finally got the bean out. Two weeks later my husand was out of town and the same son stuck a piece of french fry up his nose. Luckily he was able to blow it out. I think he finally learned his lesson. He is eight now…so far so good.
When my sister was about 3 years old we went on a family vacation to Canada. While driving in the car she started screaming, she had stuck a tic tac up her nose. (She later told us that she didn’t really want it then and decided to save it for later…yuck!) It was stinging quite badly so my mom took her into a local emergency room while my dad and I waited in the car. The doctors were unable to remove it and told my mom that it would just have to disolve it’s way out. That night we slept in a motel and the next morning when she woke up she started screaming "I’m blind!" The tic tac had dissolved overnight and her eyes were crusted shut. It was a vacation to remember!
I remember when my now 16-year-old daughter was playing in her crib after a nap. I thought I’d go get her up when I heard her on the monitor, but she sounded so content, cooing, babbling, etc. that I let her play. She just stayed so happy for so long that finally I went to get her anyway. She had picked at a seam in her beautifully wallpapered wall (I’d done the papering!) and had pulled about a dozen huge, jagged pieces off the wall and was still pulling, wadding, chewing and playing in a cribful of paper shards. I about died. Luckily I had saved the extra paper and did a big patch job. Her crib stayed about two feet from the wall for many days after that!
When my oldest was 7, he lost his first tooth. We put it in an empty pill bottle. My daughter who was 2 at the time, up-ended the bottle and swallowed his tooth whole!
I guess it passed through her, and yes, the Tooth Fairy came anyway.
My girl friend had the problem I always dreaded. The first 2 kids get duplo’s. The last 2 won’t touch them. They want the real Lego’s with teeney tiny pieces. Well the last time she went to the ER to have one removed from a toddler nose the ER doctor’s response was to whip out a graph and ask what color! He’d removed so many he was tracking which colors were shoved up noses to see if there was a clear preference!
Jack swallowed a nickel when he was about 4 years old. I made him eat bread. Lots and lots of bread. The nurse told me to. When he asked for a drink to wash it down with, I said, "No! Eat more bread". The nurse didn’t say to give him anything to drink.
I’m pretty sure it came out. If not, someone will have something to ponder when the flesh has rotted from his bones and there lies in the mid regions an old nickel. Some curious, secret Catholic ritual? Hmmmm.