Everly is {as I’ve stated before} going to be our highly, extremely adventurous child.
Who puts everything in her mouth she can get her hands on.
Literally.
Go’head and judge away. I may not always get every tiny particle when I sweep/mop, and I like giving Everly some freedom when she’s on the floor. So when I turn my head to sneeze, I may not see what she grabs at in that split second.
Because ‘split seconds’ are literally just that, and anything can happen.
Like…
Fuzz.
{loop, swoop, and pull….it out of her mouth and let the screaming commence because folks she is angry}
Food–it could be hers or yours. Either way, it’s gone.
For example, a twinkie today.
Today she snatched a twinkie, chewed herself a nice bite, and obviously enjoyed it all like a big girl.
Today she also tried munching on a cutie orange in one of those mesh munchy pouches.
She also enjoyed that.
She has snatched dog food, and thrown a fit when I in turn snatched it from her hand.
She has snatched the straws of my Sonic drinks, coffee straws, the ice from my cup, etc.
She is a snatcher and puts everything in her mouth.
Piper did not, so this is new.
Which got me thinking.
Where does she get this from? What on earth?
And I realized, I am probably paying for my raising because I indeed put things in my mouth that did not belong when I was little.
#storytime
{the exact story I’m not sure seeing as I was tiny, but it did go something along these lines}
Before I went to kindergarten, I stayed with my Gege during the day while my parents worked, and that always incurred many adventures & drinking of Diet Coke since I was about a year old.
So Gege & Poppa had this Boston Terrier when I was tiny.
{disclaimer: how this next part happened of course I don’t remember, but it is a fact it happened. I like to think it explains EVERYTHING weird about me and why I’m not normal.}
Muffin. Her name was Muffin.
And like all responsible dog owners, Gege made sure she took her heartworm medication.
Her specific medicine was pink I think.
Like candy…
Hence why I probably put it in my mouth as a toddler.
And.
Ate it.
Yes. I ate Muffin’s heartworm pill.
Yes. I scared the living snot {thank you Tim Hawkins for bringing life to that statement} out of my Gege, and probably my mother I can imagine.
So I ate the dog’s heartworm pill. Because I snatched it and put it in my mouth.
And chewed it and ate it.
So Gege of course calls poison control, and I imagine she is panicked at this point. Although, I’ve never seen Gege panicked about anything except maybe running out of Diet Coke.
#dietcokesarethesecrettolife and I’d have to agree.
Do you know what poison control said?
- Were they worried? No
- Did they give strict instructions? No
Their response?
“She’ll be fine. She just won’t have heartworms. Have a blessed day.”
{Is that verbatum? No. Is it close? Probably.}
Therefore…
Dear Everly Rose,
Please refrain from putting anything more than puffs, cheetos, twinkies, and baby food in your mouth. I know I was a snatcher and will not suffer from heartworms, but I would prefer not to have to call poison control for you {although I’m afraid it will be highly possible}. I would also prefer for you to refrain from putting anything in your mouth that you can choke on. I know I can’t prevent every single possible incident, but please. Please. For your momma’s sake. I can deal with you stealing sips of my Mt. Dew or snatching my french fries or the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms; but please, no TIde pods.
K. Thanks Kid.
Love,
Mom
•Hurley Farms• 