The wee one and I have been basically housebound for the past three days as it snows and snows and snows (or NOSE!, as our dear little friend from Florida would have it). We've been super lazy, taking long naps, staying in jammies until lunchtime, etc. The nose!days have only reinforced my weird feeling that this new stay-at-home-mom gig is one long hooky day. One that I am TOTALLY gonna get busted for. Surely the school principal is going to show up and drag me back to Spanish class.
While we were ditching 2nd period today, Little A was lolling around on the floor, playing with her shaky sheep and pulling books off her bookshelf. I was checking my email when I noticed she had one of the FYD's slippers -- shoes are her most favorite forbidden fruit. I took the shoe away and thought nothing of it. But then. She clearly had something in her mouth. And something...brownish on her lip.
You guys knows we have chickens, right? Well, guess what. Chickens poop EVERYWHERE. We let them roam when the weather is decent and so, poop poop poop. Outside everywhere. And yes, poop on shoes.
Thus, though I sweep the floor every g-d day and vacuum every other day.
Poop. In my baby's MOUTH. Oh the horror. I quickly did a hooked-finger sweep as instructed by our baby-CPR teacher, found a tiny chip of ick in her mouth, then raced her into the bathroom where I rinsed out her mouth and washed her little chubby hands. All the while repeating Yuckies. YUCKIES! Yuck yuck YUCKIES! Which Little A found delightful.
Her second favorite forbidden plaything are her bum wipes. The crinkly packaging and taking-things-OUT are baby catnip. I often hand her the package to keep her occupied during diaper changes -- usually taking it away from her juuuust before the first emancipated wipe makes it into her mouth. Well.
I didn't do it of course - but can you blame me for being tempted to let her put her wipe in her mouth just for a little while?