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Friday, August 22, 2008Microscopic YuckiesAh, the things we forget with the passage of time. Things like the pain of childbirth...the sleep-deprived haze of the early weeks of infancy...the uncanny ability of a not-quite-one-year-old baby to find the teeny-tiniest things on the floor. Even right after I've vacuumed. Even when, fifteen seconds earlier, nothing was there. I swear. And in the midst of all these other children and a house that has more square feet than I care to keep up with and a vacuum cleaner that is missing one of its wheels, I am rediscovering the delight of Molly's carpet-dropping munching habits. You know what I mean. Brittle bug body parts. Metal screws. Hair. Miniscule slips of paper. Fuzz. String. Toenail clippings. Pencil shavings. Staples. Barbie shoes. Ancient crumbs. UFO's. (That's Unidentified Floor Objects.) Gagsghghskfft. I've done really well with over-40 motherhood so far, but this one may do me in. Add to the constant vigilance the drama of Oral Object Removal. You'd think I was trying to tattoo her tongue. Oh, the offense of Mommy's finger in that little mouth! I've retrieved a few items, though. So it was worth the tears and anguish. Hers, not mine. So I'm considering buying a four-man tent and setting it up in my family room. Do you think Molly could live in there until she's old enough to realize that bee wings and bent hair pins aren't supposed to be eaten? Probably not. So I'll just have to save up for that Dyson I've been dreaming about. And then I'll teach my daughters how to use it. Including Molly. Can you tell I'm glad it's Friday? |
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5of my readers are feeling chatty:
We got our Dyson finally. We got it on HSN and spread out the payments. It is a great vacuum.
One day the bear was playing with something brown. I took it before he could put in it in his mouth. It was kind of rubbery. Then I looked It was a little fat roach.
*shudder* EEEWWWWWWW
You mean you are supposed to pick that stuff out of their mouth? ;o)
We got a Dyson almost a year ago. I like it...but it's not the saving grace I thought it would be.
No joke, as I was reading this my eldest son yelled "mom she's eating something!!". And I had to run over and dig a hair clip out of my daughters mouth.
I vacuum all the time just to try and keep the choking hazards off the floor. It is amazing how fast my sons will pick up their legos when they hear the vacuum coming!
(aka Bikermama)
Omigosh, that is really... ewww. LOL!
Aww heck, when there's bugs in their cereal anyway, why even try?
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