It amazes me how talented my two year old is at making messes. I know something is wrong when I don't hear anything from the girls for more than a couple of minutes. I was upstairs reading my devotional and had the feeling that I better check on the girls. Alex was playing placidly and Sam was....not. I discovered her in the bathroom with a wring of black around one eye and mascara carefully (with talent, I might add) painted on her blonde eyelashes. With the tube and applicator in hand, there was little doubt as to what had happened. I wiped most of it off with face lotion and toilet paper.
It wasn't too long after that when Alex came and got me. "Look, look Mama. Come look what Samantha did!" I followed her into their room and saw Samantha standing in a drawer feeding the fish. I didn't notice that the bottle (previously full) was almost half empty. While I don't think too much actually got into the tank, most of it was on the carpet. Man, nothing like the smell of freeze dried brine shrimp.
For snack, the girls had graham crackers and milk. I was busy talking to Trish and doing some other things so I didn't notice what exactly Sam was doing at the moment. The girls both got down from eating and, low and behold, a mountain of soggy graham cracker! Amazing Samantha, you are a masterpiece.
Other than cleaning up after Sam, I ended up taking her to the doctor. She had puss running out of her ear. Turns out that means something. And it's really smelly.
So the P.A. said she's got swimmer's ear.
Amazingly, her weight registered her on the chart. She fell off the chart at 3 months and 1 week old, and returned today. She weighed in at a hefty 23 lbs. and some odd ounces. She's two and a half now. Yeah! I guess that means something.
What's really funny was the nurse's reaction. After she was weighed, I asked the nurse where that would put her on the chart. The nurse charted her weight and looked at me with concern, "She's barely on the chart." I was excited, "She's on the chart? No way!" So she flipped back on the previous chart and then understood why I was excited.
It was a good day, complete with a brief visit from Dad and Jane. I needed Dad to come over and pick out some pictures of the girls that I had not handed out yet. I guess I finally realized I didn't need 12 wallets of Samantha when she was a baby and several other assorted sizes and poses of both girls. I guess pictures are basically useless if they're kept in an envelope.
Jane, Dad and I were talking about what happened to Jane's ankle (a vicious weed eater attack) when I was about to tell about my mishap with a Cutter Bug Repellent Wipes container. I was going to top your story, but for some reason got interrupted and couldn't finish. Well, what happened was... I got my finger stuck. I had just finished reading the warning label about how you're not supposed to stick your finger in the hole where the wipes come out of. Well, come on, the wipe was pulled too far out for the lid to close properly. So I tried to help it. I didn't know it would bite my finger and not let go until George finally got a pair of scissors that would cut worth a darn (several pairs later). We showed that lid who's boss. All I have to say is that it is important to read and abide by such labels. I liken it to a child sticking his finger into the hole where the straw goes on a fast food cup lid, but this container had so much more bite to it. Thankfully, that particular lid will not feast on any more unsuspecting people. So Jane, does that make you feel any better about your weed eater?
I had Bible study tonight, and George said he had a really good time with his girls. I guess they caught fireflies. I don't really feel like I got too much done, considered all I was able to do was basic upkeep. Oh, well. Such is life.
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