Saturday, July 10, 2010

Random Fings

"Mabes, what are you doing?"

"I'm not eating random fings off da counter!"

Oh, okay. The very fact that she's calling them "random fings" means she hears us when we tell her not to eat random things off of the counter. She's really good at finding--and eating--random things I spill while cooking or that I may forget to clean up the night before. A little bit of flour? She'll eat it. Bread crumbs? Yum! For some reason, she won't touch the package of Pringles or pan of brownies sitting on the counter--unless the brownies have been eaten and only delicious dried out crumbs remain. I've lectured her and taken it as a reminder to be more militant about making sure everything is cleaned up when I leave the kitchen.

A few days ago, I was soaking some stained clothes in the kitchen sink and had to put Annabelle down for a nap. I came back to the kitchen a few minutes later and Mabes had a guilty look on her face, "Hi, Mommy!"

"What are you doing, Mabes?"

"Nuffing."

"Were you playing with this?" I pointed to the OxyClean.

"Well, it's like sand! I was just doing dis!" She showed me how she used the scoop to pour some out in the bucket.

"Okay, that's fine, but did you eat any?" Dumb question, maybe, but she has yet to outgrow that whole let's-stick-everything-we-see-in-our-mouths thing.

She thought for a minute, "Well, I put a little bit on my tongue, but it was yucky, so I tried to get it off."

Don't bang your head on the wall, Allison, you'll only hurt yourself. What do I do in this situation? I decided she was probably fine, but I figured I'd call Poison Control just to be safe. Plus, I was hoping that if she saw me call "the doctor" she'd realize this was a bit more serious. So I called them, they said she'd be fine (apparently you can eat a whole scoop and probably be fine--I'm not going to attempt it to find out), and then we had a long talk on what we do and do not eat. And why random fings can sometimes hurt us.

I'm not sure she got it. If anyone has any suggestions on how to drive this point home, I'm all ears. We've already let her try white vinegar to illustrate that just because something looks like water doesn't mean it is. (She drank it! I thought she'd take a whiff, shake her head, and give the glass back, point made! I'm failing here.)

Other random fings: We got our new washing machine, and I love it. Here's Mabes with only part of the laundry that had amassed:


We were waiting for the delivery guys to get here. I was going to build a fort next, but then they came.

This article makes me think of Laura. I'm mainly posting this picture for her and Becca, who love sleeping babies.

(I know, I know--you're not supposed to let babies sleep with things. Murray helps her fall asleep, and then he gets tossed aside.)

And have I mentioned how much I love matching outfits? You can't really tell in this picture, but their outfits match. I'm going overboard and it's a little ridiculous, but I don't care--I have two girls!


I'm going to go work on the matching skirts I'm sewing for them now. Or eat ice cream first. Or just random fings.

5 comments:

Lisa said...

Hahaha, I love especially that she didn't just smell how nasty the vinegar was supposed to be. I'm not sure what you're supposed to do in that situation. But let me tell ya, Jonathan has eaten a lot of things that make me go, "Well, I guess some dirt isn't too bad..." I mean, dirt and OxyClean are different things I guess... I guess.....

And why have two girls if they can't dress to match??? I SO want to match my boys when this second one comes.

NancyO said...

I'm always eating lots of random fings, but they're pretty much all food. Good luck monitoring Mabes' intake.

mama bear said...

I had to call poison control once when Mollie ate deoderant. They said "she'll probably be very thirsty". I'm not sure how to teach them, so let me know when you figure it out!

By the way, I love matching outfits and have even made Kody match the girls on occasion!

Becca said...

I had the exact opposite problem than Mabes has...so there is one difference between us!! I remember accidentally smelling white out (just while I was using it, not huffing it) and read that it is toxic and told Dad that I was going to die that night because I breathed in so much. Then he took the bottle, put his nose to it, and sniff it for like a full minute to prove that I wouldn't die.

So exact opposite problem, just thought I'd regale you with that anecdote.

Brandi said...

oh my gosh the "random fings" made me laugh so hard! That is hilarious! Your clothes you have been making them look GREAT, and you can never go wrong with matching, you know I love it too! And add me to the "love a sleeping baby" list. Your blog is the best!