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After noticing that my VCR wouldn't play a tape, I took it apart to see what the problem was. I found a dime, 4 pennies, half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a broken pencil, half of a blue crayon, and 3 small pebbles. (Z was 14 months old.)
It comes out in their diapers just like it went in their mouths...no change at all!
At 16 months old, Z was facinated with a few things. The first was the telephone, and the second was how people go potty in the toilet. Although Z didn't want to go potty in the toilet, he decided to see if my cordless phone went potty when put in the toilet. Needless to say, my phone no longer worked.
I was cleaning my apartment and pulled back my couch so I could clean the window behind it. When I pulled back the blind, I found many slices of melted cheese stuck to the window sill. There's no telling how long it had been sitting there. By the way, another hidden thing that I found a lot was sippy cups. I could have probably found a cure for many diseases from what was growing in a few that I found in different hidden places!
Did you know that a sippy cup is an EXACT fit in a garbage disposal? The circular area where you dump old food into the drain is the exact diameter of the top of a sippy cup. Once a sippy cup falls into the drain, the bottom hits the bottom of the drain, and the top barely touches the entrance of the drain. You can't grasp it even between two spoons to ease it up, and it will NOT tip to the side so that you can grip the skinny bottom part with your hand and pull it out! Toy cars fit in there, too, but when the toy car is under the sippy cup, you are out of luck and can't get either out without calling maintanence.
October 2000
When you are a mother, you can't take a time out. With that said, I had been sick, but I felt better and really needed to go pick some things up from Wal-Mart. While there, I began to feel dizzy, so I grabbed the items I needed as fast as I could. My son then announced that he needed to go potty. We went toward the back of the store and into the bathroom. Still in my daze, I went to the last stall, because it was the biggest one, and I would have more room to move around with my child. When I opened the stall door, there was a man sitting on the toilet. Still feeling dizzy and not really in tune to reality, I held a casual conversation with the man that went something like this: "Oops. Am I in the wrong bathroom?" The man held his head down and said nothing. "Sorry. I'm not feeling well today, and my child needs to go potty. I guess I went in the wrong door." The man continued to hold his head down. "Well, I guess I should go to the women's room now." I turned and went out the bathroom door. Some teenagers were walking toward the door and gave me a wierd look. I casually said, "I went in the wrong bathroom." I was feeling so bad that I didn't get embarrassed or even realize that I should have until a day or so later when it finally hit me that I stood in the door to that stall and carried on a conversation with a man, who obviously needed privacy. Poor man! I can imagine the story he told his wife when he got home! (Or I wonder if he ever told a soul!)
The only way that children can master doing things is by experience. Children learn to drink from a cup by being given the chance to try. They then spill it all over the place, and parents have to clean up the mess. They learn to eat with spoons and forks by making huge messes. The same goes with learning to cook. I decided to let Z learn how to bake cookies. So here he is mixing the dough: 
Then he needed to add an egg to the mixture. I gave him an extra bowl in case some of the egg shell fell with the inside. It would keep the egg shell from getting into the rest of the mixture: 
As the title of this story says, "If it CAN break... 
We cleaned him up and tried again! He's getting better and better! |