Last night kid #3 did something fascinating—actually it was disturbing, but noteworthy. As I slaved over a hot stove for my family, my throat became parched. Desperate for a cold drink, I rushed to the freezer with my cup and didn’t care when a couple pieces of ice crashed to the floor.
Guzzling my diet coke, I enjoyed every bit of the aspartame filled drink as it washed away the sandy desert in my mouth. (Did I mention I was going a little over-the-top for this story? If not, I apologize; I’m in a nutty mood.)
The piggy little sounds I was making didn’t stop after I slammed the cup on the cold granite. No, there were slurping sounds coming from somewhere else, too. Looking down, I noticed kid #3 at my feet with her face and hands pressed to the tiled floor.
“Clarissa,” I screamed.
She slurped, long and drawn out.
I reached to pick her up, and she turned her cute little chubby cheeks toward me and smiled, revealing every single baby tooth in her mouth and the item on the floor she was so intrigued by . . . a piece of ice.
“Oh, Rissa, that’s gross,” I said.
Wails filled my kitchen—that piece of ice must have felt good on her swollen gums and she wanted it back!
Grabbing a paper towel, I cleaned her mess and cringed at what germs she may have ingested. When she calmed long enough for me to talk, I gave her a thirty minute lecture—she’s 1, guys—on why we don’t eat things off the floor.
I’m one-hundred percent positive she won’t remember the conversation, but next time I see anything on the floor, you can be sure I’ll race to pick it up before she does.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Kid #3
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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As a germaphobe myself, I have definitely experienced scenes much like this with my daughter! What a funny story. Just hope that's the worst thing you ever find her eating, "mom..." ;)
ReplyDeleteI gave up trying to keep my kids from eating of the floor when my now 6 year old put a piece of cat poop in her mouth when she was about a year old (I have no idea how she got it since the litterboxes are in the basement, but I'm guessing it stuck to somebody's fur) and it didn't hurt her. Gross, yes, but she was fine. I still don't *let* the kids eat off the floor, but if they get something I don't sweat it.
ReplyDeleteYou know, it happens sometimes. Kids come into contact with germs, and most of them seem to function just fine. Teething is a tough time, so good luck!
ReplyDeleteAhhhh yes. Why buy frozen teething rings when the crumbsnatchers can be entertained face-to-floor like a hockey player racing to the goal, WHILE soothing their wee gums!! ;)) Awesome story, Krystal!! :)
ReplyDeleteIce probably killed the germs anyway ...
ReplyDeleteShould have given her another ice cube. Cute story.
ReplyDeletePfft, this scenario would go far differently in my household. I have two boys and am the stay-at-home parent. All boys? Floor food tastes better for the baby because he got to forage for it the way nature intended.
ReplyDelete(This is a joke... erm... partially.)
I reckon Clarissa is showing very distinct signs of being a good world survirer, if you see a good opportunity-just go for it! Sorry Mammy Krystal!
ReplyDeleteWe won't discuss what's on my floors, LOL. But L LOVES ice!
ReplyDeleteShe will be fine. We ate dirt and drank from the water hose when we were younger.
ReplyDeleteIn my secondary field I have learned that the best things to use to clean a carburator is coke and baby slobber. ;) with that in mind im sure the germs were sterilized on the way down.
ReplyDeleteMel
I have to admit to something worse (!) When one of my kids was a crawler and I was also slaving away cooking dinner our puppy (who was wandering around too)pooped under the kitchen table whilst I was not looking. I was actually multitaskingly talking on the phone to my husband as well. I think you know where this going. I heard a horrible gagging sound behind me. I turned to see my baby, poop in hand and poop in mouth. I began screaming to my husband on the phone what was transpiring. I was so freaked out that he couldn't really understand what I was talking about. I quickly got off the phone and completely sanitized the baby as much as possible without washing his guts. I also called my doctor. Happily, all ended well. No horrifying sicknesses or stunted growth resulted. He's made it to age seven. hahaha. Had to share!
ReplyDeleteIf it helps...think about the immunities she's developing from contact with every new germ.
ReplyDelete- Lesann
The stories I could tell of my own kid #2 eating unidentifiable objects she found on the floor in public places would make your skin crawl. I think you're in for more exciting times ahead. :)
ReplyDeleteOh if you only knew what I've found my kids putting in their mouths, you'd call Social Services.
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