Jerry and I are always joking about the things we never thought we'd have to say (for instance: "Don't bite the dog!" "Lotion is not food!" and "Yes, Ryan poops in the potty."), but there is also a growing list of things we'd never thought we'd do. On that list this week?
Hmmmm, let's see. Well, I:
1. Used a pair of tweezers to pull a hunk of bread out of Norah's nose at the dinner table yesterday.
2. This afternoon, for the second time this week, I had to clean a turd up off the floor.
You envy me, don't you?
Need some elaboration? Okay.
So, the bread up the nose first: Norah's seems to have a propensity for nasal excavation and exploration. It seems that every time I glance at her, she's knuckle deep in one of her nostrils, and she's not the sort of explorer who's satisfied with just a poke and prod with the end of her index finger. No way. This girl has so far shoved everything from popcorn to Q-tips up there, and last night, at dinner, she got a significant amount of bread up there.*
Blowing and sucking weren't working to dislodge the bread, so I fetched a pair of tweezers to nab that bread, and when I pulled it out of her nose, Jerry nearly hurled at the sight of the mucus covered foccacia. Me? I am beginning to think that I would've made a fine medical doctor with my tweezer precision!
So, then, on to my turd stories for the week:
Norah has been doing super duper excellent at using the potty for potty. But she has yet to poop in there; therefore, we've been trying to make a big deal about how everyone poops in the potty (Yes, even Ryan!) and I think she's starting to catch on. Unfortunately, in her attempts to get to the potty in time to poop in there, she has had a few "poopcidents." She's pretty dang good at getting her pants and her diaper off, it's just hitting the potty in time that seems to be where her miscalculation lies, and on Monday, I cleaned poo off the bathroom floor, and this afternoon, I had to scoop it up off the bedroom floor.
Clearly, parenting is a dirty job. Thankfully, it's also pretty funny!
Oh, and for those not interested in either kid boogers or kid poop, I did manage another 3 miler last night. In 33:26, which is an average pace of 11:09/mile. Ka-chow!
*Yes, we were present at the dinner table when she managed to MacGyver that bread up her nose. We get an "F" in parenting for not paying attention. In our defense: Dinner time often feels like a three ring circus and Jerry and I often strive to actively ignore both kids so we can wedge in what little conversation between the two of us that we can. So, she gets some bread up her nose? At least it's organic, right?