Another email from my mom. We got a Swiffer or a Clorox Readymop or something several years ago because Justin hated how nasty our other mop was getting and wanted something disposable. We both thought the smell of the cleaning pads was overwhelming, and I hate chemical cleaners and disposable products in general, so we compromised. We kept the mop, but instead of the cleaning pads they sell in the store we use an old sock with the mop and a spray bottle of homemade cleaning solution (1 cup water, 1 cup vinegar, and 15 drops essential oil which is optional). Then we just toss the sock in the wash after each use.
>>>Recently someone had to have their 5-year old German shepherd dog put down due to liver failure. The dog was completely healthy until a few weeks ago, so they had a necropsy done to see what the cause was. The liver levels were unbelievable, as if the dog had ingested poison of some kind. The dog is kept inside, and when he's outside, someone's with him, so the idea of him getting into something unknown was hard to believe. My neighbor started going through all the items in the house. When he got to the Swiffer Wetjet, he noticed, in very tiny print, a warning which stated 'May be harmful to small children and animals!' He called the company to ask what the contents of the cleaning agent are and was astounded to find out that antifreeze is one of the ingredients (actually, he was told it's a compound which is one molecule away from antifreeze). Therefore, just by the dog walking on the floor cleaned with the solution, then licking its own paws, it ingested enough of the solution to destroy its liver. Soon after his dog's death, his housekeepers' two cats also died of liver failure. They both used the Swiffer Wetjet for quick cleanups on their floors. Necropsies weren't done on the cats, so they couldn't file a lawsuit, but he asked that we spread the word to as many people as possible so they don't lose their animals. This is equally harmful to babies and small children that play on the floor a lot and put their fingers in their mouths a lot.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Baby Carrots
My mom emailed me this information. I don't buy baby carrots anyway (except sometimes organic ones for a party), because whole carrots are less wasteful and more cost effective (also the greens are good for you). Anyway, this doesn't surprise me in the least, but it is good to know.
> >>> >> The following is information from a farmer who grows and packages carrots for IGA, METRO, LOBLAWS, etc. The small cocktail (baby) carrots you buy in small plastic bags are made using the larger crooked or deformed carrots which are put through a machine which cuts and shapes them into cocktail carrots. Most people probably know this already. What you may not know and should know is the following: once the carrots are cut and shaped into cocktail carrots they are dipped in a solution of water and chlorine in order to preserve them (this is the same chlorine used in your pool) since they do not have their skin or natural protective covering, they give them a higher dose of chlorine. You will notice that once you keep these carrots in your refrigerator for a few days, a white covering will form on the carrots, this is the chlorine which resurfaces. At what cost do we put our health at risk to have esthetically pleasing vegetables which are practically plastic? We do hope that this information can be passed on to as many people as possible in the hopes of informing them where these carrots come from and how they are processed. Chlorine is a very well known carcinogen (cancer causing agent).
> >>> >> The following is information from a farmer who grows and packages carrots for IGA, METRO, LOBLAWS, etc. The small cocktail (baby) carrots you buy in small plastic bags are made using the larger crooked or deformed carrots which are put through a machine which cuts and shapes them into cocktail carrots. Most people probably know this already. What you may not know and should know is the following: once the carrots are cut and shaped into cocktail carrots they are dipped in a solution of water and chlorine in order to preserve them (this is the same chlorine used in your pool) since they do not have their skin or natural protective covering, they give them a higher dose of chlorine. You will notice that once you keep these carrots in your refrigerator for a few days, a white covering will form on the carrots, this is the chlorine which resurfaces. At what cost do we put our health at risk to have esthetically pleasing vegetables which are practically plastic? We do hope that this information can be passed on to as many people as possible in the hopes of informing them where these carrots come from and how they are processed. Chlorine is a very well known carcinogen (cancer causing agent).
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A Day In The Life...
(Got this idea from a friend's Facebook post.) Wouldn't it be fun to get a peek into what others do on any given day? Today, tell us what you did! All the details. Here is mine from yesterday:
6:00 - Alarm goes off. Turn if off and decide to sleep until it's time to get Jordan up. Reset alarm for 6:45.
6:15 - Decide I won't be able to get back to sleep, and I really need to get some freelance work done. Drag myself out of bed and turn on the computer. Check email, start this blog entry and transcribe notes from interviewing the Nelson brothers (twin dentists) on their retirement from their Oregon dental practice.
6:50 - Go upstairs, wake up Jordan and tell him to get dressed. Continue transcribing notes.
7:10 - Make Jordan breakfast (oatmeal with cherries). Continue transcribing notes.
7:20 - Finish with dental interview notes. Reply to an email from the Banana Lady (a freelance client) and do a little freelance book-keeping.
7:30 - Supervise Jordan's final preparations to school and send him outside to wait for the bus. It's pouring but he insists on waiting outside rather than in the garage. I can't send him with an umbrella because the school considers them dangerous.
7:45 - Check Facebook, make tea, and get Sasha up when she starts yelling for me. Get her in her high chair and give her the rest of the oatmeal. Throw some hamburger soup together in the crock pot for supper since I've got to take Jordan to the dentist late this afternoon. Wash Sasha's hands and face. Start the dishwasher.
8:30 - Change Sasha's diaper and get her dressed (she insists on eating breakfast in her pj's every day now). Go through the whole list of shows that are on that she's allowed to watch, and start the recorded episode of Peep that she finally chooses. Clean up the kitchen. Read part of the Practicing Hospitality book I'm reading for an online book discussion group while drinking my tea and eating the leftover oatmeal. More Facebook.
9:00 - Go through the whole TV show selection thing again with Sasha, settling on a recorded episode of Veggie Tales in the end. Give her the "this is your last show for the morning" warning. Get dressed, brush teeth, use dental pick in lieu of floss, rinse with homemade calendula mouth rinse, comb and straighten hair in an effort to remove weird bumps caused by sleeping on damp hair. Spend several minutes trying to decide if getting a hair cut qualifies as a necassary expense with Justin facing lay-off in May. Check email and decide to reply to a few Facebook posts later and get some things done around the house now.
9:30 - Go through fridge, freezers and cupboards to see what food we have and what we need. Edit meal plan and grocery list file accordingly; print it out. Do laundry. Sasha helps until she gets bored, says "I done helping now" and goes off to play. Answer an email from Ann checking to make sure I made it home alright from the airport Sunday night. Skin and chop the frozen tomatoes (from last summer's garden) I got out this morning now that they are partially thawed and add them to the crock pot. Wash the knife and cutting board and leave them out to dry.
10:30 - Check Outlook To Do list. Fill a pitcher with water and set it out to warm up so I can change the water in the goldfish bowl later. Back up My Documents file to my flash drive.
10:45 - Heat up leftover Mexican casserole and open a can of pineapple for lunch. Put Sasha in her high chair, eat, and try to convince her to eat the casserole after she demolishes the pineapple.
11:00 - Hang another load of wet laundry up to dry, keep feeding Sasha, clean the kitchen.
11:30 - Get Sasha out, wash her up, clean the high chair, give her the "you have 5 minutes to poop and pee before I change your diaper warning".
11:40 - Finally give up and change the diaper, even though she hasn't pooped yet. Leave for work.
12:00 - Put Sasha down for her nap in my boss's bedroom. Work - processing orders, sending renewal reminders, going over the extra things I need to know how to do when he's on vacation for 3 weeks, answer emails, issue registration codes, deal with past due invoices, etc.
2:15 - Sasha wakes up. Go get her and pack up the pack-n-play. Go back down to finish backing up the files. Leave. Go to the grocery store.
3:10 - Get home, put away groceries, eat a quick snack and tell Jordan to brush his teeth when he finishes the snack Justin gave him.
4:00 - Drive to the dentist. Make Jordan's next 6 month appt. even though I have no idea if we'll have dental insurance in 6 months. Wait.
5:00 - Drive home. It's pouring and I can hardly see anything. Jordan goes on and on about the two prizes he got from the dentist.
5:30 - Shovel in a bowl of hamburger soup and some cheese and bread with butter. Make fruit smoothies for everyone. Make blender waffle batter and leave to sit out overnight (per the recipe which requires soaking the grains to remove the phytates, whatever those are).
6:15 - Drive to the Oregon Library for my Healthy Moms meeting. It's raining even harder now. Check out a few books and then go to the meeting. This month's topic is juicing and sprouting. Drink fresh wheatgrass juice, fresh orange/apple juice, homemade kombucha (a fermented tea), and two different kinds of Mona Vie while discussing various things and joking about doing "shots" at the library.
8:30 - Drive to Beth's house (in Oregon). Still raining. Hold baby Violet and talk.
10:00 - Drive home. Still pouring. Finish the Amanda Quick book I'm reading for the 10th time at least while eating cold bacon. Turn on HGTV and watch the end of some show while eating a piece of chocolate and half a piece of bread and butter.
10:35 - Wake up Justin (who is asleep on the couch). Set alarm for 6:45 even though I know I should set it for 6:00 to do some freelance work before the kids get up. Brush teeth and go to bed.
6:00 - Alarm goes off. Turn if off and decide to sleep until it's time to get Jordan up. Reset alarm for 6:45.
6:15 - Decide I won't be able to get back to sleep, and I really need to get some freelance work done. Drag myself out of bed and turn on the computer. Check email, start this blog entry and transcribe notes from interviewing the Nelson brothers (twin dentists) on their retirement from their Oregon dental practice.
6:50 - Go upstairs, wake up Jordan and tell him to get dressed. Continue transcribing notes.
7:10 - Make Jordan breakfast (oatmeal with cherries). Continue transcribing notes.
7:20 - Finish with dental interview notes. Reply to an email from the Banana Lady (a freelance client) and do a little freelance book-keeping.
7:30 - Supervise Jordan's final preparations to school and send him outside to wait for the bus. It's pouring but he insists on waiting outside rather than in the garage. I can't send him with an umbrella because the school considers them dangerous.
7:45 - Check Facebook, make tea, and get Sasha up when she starts yelling for me. Get her in her high chair and give her the rest of the oatmeal. Throw some hamburger soup together in the crock pot for supper since I've got to take Jordan to the dentist late this afternoon. Wash Sasha's hands and face. Start the dishwasher.
8:30 - Change Sasha's diaper and get her dressed (she insists on eating breakfast in her pj's every day now). Go through the whole list of shows that are on that she's allowed to watch, and start the recorded episode of Peep that she finally chooses. Clean up the kitchen. Read part of the Practicing Hospitality book I'm reading for an online book discussion group while drinking my tea and eating the leftover oatmeal. More Facebook.
9:00 - Go through the whole TV show selection thing again with Sasha, settling on a recorded episode of Veggie Tales in the end. Give her the "this is your last show for the morning" warning. Get dressed, brush teeth, use dental pick in lieu of floss, rinse with homemade calendula mouth rinse, comb and straighten hair in an effort to remove weird bumps caused by sleeping on damp hair. Spend several minutes trying to decide if getting a hair cut qualifies as a necassary expense with Justin facing lay-off in May. Check email and decide to reply to a few Facebook posts later and get some things done around the house now.
9:30 - Go through fridge, freezers and cupboards to see what food we have and what we need. Edit meal plan and grocery list file accordingly; print it out. Do laundry. Sasha helps until she gets bored, says "I done helping now" and goes off to play. Answer an email from Ann checking to make sure I made it home alright from the airport Sunday night. Skin and chop the frozen tomatoes (from last summer's garden) I got out this morning now that they are partially thawed and add them to the crock pot. Wash the knife and cutting board and leave them out to dry.
10:30 - Check Outlook To Do list. Fill a pitcher with water and set it out to warm up so I can change the water in the goldfish bowl later. Back up My Documents file to my flash drive.
10:45 - Heat up leftover Mexican casserole and open a can of pineapple for lunch. Put Sasha in her high chair, eat, and try to convince her to eat the casserole after she demolishes the pineapple.
11:00 - Hang another load of wet laundry up to dry, keep feeding Sasha, clean the kitchen.
11:30 - Get Sasha out, wash her up, clean the high chair, give her the "you have 5 minutes to poop and pee before I change your diaper warning".
11:40 - Finally give up and change the diaper, even though she hasn't pooped yet. Leave for work.
12:00 - Put Sasha down for her nap in my boss's bedroom. Work - processing orders, sending renewal reminders, going over the extra things I need to know how to do when he's on vacation for 3 weeks, answer emails, issue registration codes, deal with past due invoices, etc.
2:15 - Sasha wakes up. Go get her and pack up the pack-n-play. Go back down to finish backing up the files. Leave. Go to the grocery store.
3:10 - Get home, put away groceries, eat a quick snack and tell Jordan to brush his teeth when he finishes the snack Justin gave him.
4:00 - Drive to the dentist. Make Jordan's next 6 month appt. even though I have no idea if we'll have dental insurance in 6 months. Wait.
5:00 - Drive home. It's pouring and I can hardly see anything. Jordan goes on and on about the two prizes he got from the dentist.
5:30 - Shovel in a bowl of hamburger soup and some cheese and bread with butter. Make fruit smoothies for everyone. Make blender waffle batter and leave to sit out overnight (per the recipe which requires soaking the grains to remove the phytates, whatever those are).
6:15 - Drive to the Oregon Library for my Healthy Moms meeting. It's raining even harder now. Check out a few books and then go to the meeting. This month's topic is juicing and sprouting. Drink fresh wheatgrass juice, fresh orange/apple juice, homemade kombucha (a fermented tea), and two different kinds of Mona Vie while discussing various things and joking about doing "shots" at the library.
8:30 - Drive to Beth's house (in Oregon). Still raining. Hold baby Violet and talk.
10:00 - Drive home. Still pouring. Finish the Amanda Quick book I'm reading for the 10th time at least while eating cold bacon. Turn on HGTV and watch the end of some show while eating a piece of chocolate and half a piece of bread and butter.
10:35 - Wake up Justin (who is asleep on the couch). Set alarm for 6:45 even though I know I should set it for 6:00 to do some freelance work before the kids get up. Brush teeth and go to bed.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
What A Week
So, here I am, typing away at 2:30 in the morning when I should be sleeping. This week really dragged me down. It started with a really busy weekend, which was fun but not at all restful. Saturday we went to a pancake breakfast in Albany, then took the kids to the bank. We decided that Jordan and Karlye are old enough to have an allowance ($1.50 a week, split 3 ways between church, savings, and spending - woo hoo!) and to start learning to manage their money. In preparation we emptied their piggy banks and had them deposit the money in the "big bank". It was even more fun and educational than I had planned because they got to go in the back with the teller and watch all of their change be counted. Then it was off to the mall to play and eat lunch; then we picked up Marta and Micah and went home. Justin and I had league bowling in the evening, and I bowled my best game ever, a 149, topping my pathetic 91 average by an impressive 50 points. Since it was Valentine's Day, we went out to eat afterwards, and then we came home and crawled into bed. Jordan was up half the night throwing up, but was fine the next morning so we all went to church. Then we drove to Janesville and spent the afternoon with Lydia, Brandon and the boys before dropping Karlye off in Monroe. By the time we got home it was 7 o'clock (bedtime for the kids) and we still hadn't eaten supper. Monday evening Jordan came down with a fever, Wednesday Justin had a root canal, I spent the week fighting cramps, a headache, and a sore throat, and Friday Sasha started sneezing, coughing, and feeling miserable while we were going going going running errands, etc. Friday night we switched Sasha from her crib into her "big girl" toddler bed so that some friends who recently had a baby could have the crib, and that went surprisingly well. She stayed in bed all night, and well after she was awake in the morning, not actually getting out until I went upstairs to get her dressed and she asked for and received permission to get out of bed. Then today, or I guess now it would be yesterday, Justin spend most of the day at Pitcher's Pub participating in Bar Olympics. I had a 3 hour team meeting with a freelance client I've been doing a lot of work for lately, which happened to be at the same time Jordan was supposed to be at a pool party. We also got several inches of snow which needed to be shoveled before I could leave the house. Thankfully my mom was able to come out and watch Sasha, and at the last minute the pool party was rescheduled for next week since the birthday boy came down with strep throat. Tomorrow we're driving to Watertown to help celebrate my niece Hailey's first birthday. All in all, I'm so thankful that every day is a new day with blessings of its own, and I'm praying for an easier week this coming week so that I can relax and start breathing again. Now I'm sending myself to bed, hoping that I'll be able to get back to sleep.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Young Love Update
Jordan's friend Mya came over after school yesterday. Jordan was so excited all weekend about it. Yesterday morning he came down for breakfast wearing a WI Badger sweatshirt. He informed me that he wore that shirt to Mya's when he went there to play, and she loves Bucky Badger and she chased him around all day, so he thought she would chase him around all day that day too. Then he said, "I'm going to stand by Mya in line, and I'm going to sit by Mya on the bus. That's my plan for the day." After breakfast he made me go upstairs with him to see how perfectly he'd made his bed and laid out his pajamas (which he never does) so that his room would be nice when Mya came over. There was a lot of talking and giggling and running around yesterday afternoon. When they finally sat down to color, I overheard Jordan telling Mya that God says you have to love everyone, and that means that he has to love her too.
On another note, I decided that I'm going to read the whole Bible, but I'm going to start with the New Testament. Today I was reading from Matthew 6, and the following passage really spoke to me (as anyone who knows me can imagine it would - since I do worry about money etc. rather a lot): Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?...So do not worry, saying 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough troubles of its own.
On another note, I decided that I'm going to read the whole Bible, but I'm going to start with the New Testament. Today I was reading from Matthew 6, and the following passage really spoke to me (as anyone who knows me can imagine it would - since I do worry about money etc. rather a lot): Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?...So do not worry, saying 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough troubles of its own.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Young Love
The person Jordan talks about most from Kindergarten is his friend Mya. This is a picture that she made for him the other day. I think it's too cute not to share. (The back of the picture, in case you're wondering what the arrow leads to, is a graph that Mya drew. Because, as Jordan's recent schoolwork stated, "Graphing is Cool!".)
The day that Jordan came home with a list of all his classmates' phone numbers he asked if he could call Mya. He was on the phone for about 5 minutes, silent most of the time. Occasionally I would hear him say "hello?". When he hung up I could tell he was really upset, and when I asked him what was wrong he broke down and started to cry. He told me that Mya wasn't saying anything so he didn't know what to say. It just about broke my heart, but I still could barely keep from laughing. It turns out that Mya didn't have much phone experience, but since then they've had some succesful telephone conversations.
Jordan was invited to Mya's birthday party, and he spent the ride home telling me the story of how he and Mya became friends.
I heard from Mya's mom that Mya likes Jordan because he's nice but sometimes when she goes over by him she sometimes doesn't know what to say. Jordan tells me constantly that everyone makes fun of his last name, except for Mya.
Jordan came home from school one day in December with two pictures of reindeer that another friend had colored for him. One had green eyes and one had brown eyes. He told me that one had his color eyes and the other had Mya's color eyes.
Jordan was extremely excited to spend a day at Mya's house over Christmas vacation, and can't wait to have Mya over to our house to play. Good thing he's got two sisters so he has plenty of practice playing Barbies, My Little Ponies and dress up!
No Fear
"For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.' The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children." Romans 8:15-16
The other night I was having a panic attack. It was one of those moments when I realize clearly how sidetracked I have become by the insignificant details of life, and my fear for the future (my own and that of my loved ones) becomes overwhelming. I was sitting in the bathroom crying, hyperventilating and praying when I found these words.
And so I've determined to let go of fear. Fear that if I'm myself people won't like me. Fear that if I don't maintain control of everything and everyone around me life will fall apart. Fear that I'm making the wrong decisions every step of the way. Fear of so many other things. I want to change the way I live my life. I want to do what I know is right and trust God to take care of the rest.
The other night I was having a panic attack. It was one of those moments when I realize clearly how sidetracked I have become by the insignificant details of life, and my fear for the future (my own and that of my loved ones) becomes overwhelming. I was sitting in the bathroom crying, hyperventilating and praying when I found these words.
And so I've determined to let go of fear. Fear that if I'm myself people won't like me. Fear that if I don't maintain control of everything and everyone around me life will fall apart. Fear that I'm making the wrong decisions every step of the way. Fear of so many other things. I want to change the way I live my life. I want to do what I know is right and trust God to take care of the rest.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Look Before You Leave
Today was one of those on-the-go days, the kind where you can barely catch your breath and grab a drink of water between errands. It started off, as so many of my days now do, with me fighting with Jordan about the amount of breakfast he needs to eat to be prepared for school. This morning he thought that should be none, and I thought some would be better. I gave my usual running countdown til bus arrival time, while he threw an even bigger fit than usual. Finally at 8 minutes and counting he wolfed down his breakfast, speed-peed, threw his shoes and backpack on and ran out the door. (Nope, no time for proper dental hygiene today). Then I went upstairs to get Sasha, who was saying "Mama, fick it fick it" (fix it) over the baby monitor. I replaced the offending pillowcase, picked out her clothes, changed her diaper, got her dressed, and gave her a bowl of cereal. Then I carried on a non-stop conversation with her, along the lines of "mama's coming, eat your cereal, ooo nummy cereal, I'll be right there, we'll go bye-bye after you eat your breakfast, Daddy's at work, yes, Jo-Jo took the bus to school, you'll see him after we go to Mommy's work, Mommy will be right there, eat your cereal, just a minute, Mommy's getting dressed, etc." while brushing my teeth, straightening my hair, and throwing on some clothes. Then I washed Sasha up, cleaned off the bib, high chair, and counter, packed the diaper bag, and we were off. I had 2 hours to make the 15 minute drive to Stoughton, go to St. Vincent's, the co-op, and the resale store, and drive back home before I had to make lunch, change Sasha, repack the diaper bag and drive to work. When I got home from running errands (15 minutes later than planned) I happened to glance in the mirror, and it was at that point that I realized my shirt was on inside out. Now, I'm going to give myself the benefit of the doubt and assume that I put it on wrong at St. Vincent's when I was trying on clothes, and that I didn't put it on wrong two times in one morning. But still, I can't believe that no one felt the need to tell me that my shirt was on inside out. Geez!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Summer, Don't Go!
I really don't want summer to be over, ever. We got a postcard in the mail yesterday with the kindergarten registration dates. I'm going to miss Jordan so much once he starts school - all day Monday through Friday. Sasha and I will be lonely and bored, I think.Anyway, these water bottle holders, which I can only describe as awesome, totally say "summer" to me. I have to have water with me at all times, and I hate hate hate carrying it with me when I walk. These really come in handy for walking, running, biking, fairs, craft fairs...any time you want your hands free but you might get thirsty. They also work as a great insulator for your drink on a hot day.
I crocheted them myself using cotton yarn. Although I got the idea from a book, I made the pattern myself. I can make them in any color, and I can make the strap any length. I got some great pictures of my sister Miriam modeling them too.
I think the best thing about these water bottle holders is the reaction they get from older women at craft shows. They don't know what they're for, and their first reaction seems to be that they do something naughty, judging by the giggling. So apparently they have multiple purposes. In any case, they're for sale in my online store at http://www.rainwaterlily.etsy.com/.Sunday, August 03, 2008
Snotty Olives
I, as I imagine most people would be, am pleased any time my children show evidence of possessing interesting or unique talents. Sasha's predilection for squirting pieces of food out of her nose, however, is not my favorite discovery. First there was the fettuccine incident, and now we've had an olive incident. Yes, my daughter somehow managed to inhale several large chunks of black olive into her nasal cavity while eating. She then fussed and cried and said nose nose nose for several minutes, until I finally realized she was saying nose, got a tissue and told her to blow. At this point I saw a little bit of olive poking out of her nose. I told her to blow again, but she's not very good at it yet so that had little effect. Finally I managed to sort of squeeze the olive chunks out of her nose. I can only imagine what she'll get in there next. The only thing I ever had to extract from Jordan's nose was a pea that he inserted himself, in the conventional manner of small children.
In other news, we definitely need to knock down the wasp nests underneath our deck. There are four of them, growing larger by the day. I think they're also building under the kids slide, because Sasha got stung by one the other day when she was over there. Apparently the fact that she can distinguish between flies and wasps and name them correctly doesn't mean that she knows better than to touch a wasp. I had forgotten how much wasp stings hurt, until I accidentally put my arm down on one while hanging up laundry. Thirty-six hours later I have a large red patch surrounding the bite mark on my arm, and it seems to be spreading. I called my mom to ask her if I should be concerned, and she offered helpful advice like "if you can't feel your fingers, then you should be concerned".
In other news, we definitely need to knock down the wasp nests underneath our deck. There are four of them, growing larger by the day. I think they're also building under the kids slide, because Sasha got stung by one the other day when she was over there. Apparently the fact that she can distinguish between flies and wasps and name them correctly doesn't mean that she knows better than to touch a wasp. I had forgotten how much wasp stings hurt, until I accidentally put my arm down on one while hanging up laundry. Thirty-six hours later I have a large red patch surrounding the bite mark on my arm, and it seems to be spreading. I called my mom to ask her if I should be concerned, and she offered helpful advice like "if you can't feel your fingers, then you should be concerned".
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