Disclaimer: This post may contain graphic depictions of daily life at the Graf house, which may not be suitable for some viewers/readers.....or anybody else in their right mind. Viewer discretion is advised! Don't say I didn't warn you.
I began working on the post before leaving for the QuadMommas 2009 trip. It's a bit outdated, but so entertaining that I decided to go ahead and post it anyway. Enjoy!
So, a couple of Fridays ago while Aunt Lainie was over, we were busy getting the kids dressed and ready to go to the Wichita Riverfest Sundown Parade (yep, that time of year has come and gone again). I had everyone's clothes/shoes/accessories sitting out. Aunt Lainie grabbed one of the kids to dress and I snagged Forrest. While I was dressing him, I noticed he put something small in his mouth. I remember thinking, "Oh, he probably just found a stale Cheerio under the couch that he's been hoarding in his chubby little fingers until now." I decided to do a quick finger sweep of his mouth to make sure.....which must have triggered him to do the "hurry up and swallow it or it'll get taken away" response. Bad move on my part. I should know to NEVER do a blind finger sweep on a child! Well, his eyes got wide and he started choking. Then his face turned red and I realized that the criss-crossed barrettes I had laid out for Danna's hair were no where to be found. Insert minor freak-out here.
This is only an example of the barrettes that were laid out for Danna. The actual ones were pink! But they were criss-crossed just like this.
Forrest was able to painfully swallow them down and then started crying. Ahhhhhh great. I've seen enough "foreign body" ingestions in the ER to know it was just a waiting game now. No magnets, no batteries, no problems. I broke it to Billy that we'd be needing to do some dumpster diving with Forrest's diapers until he passed Danna's hair pretties. Let's just say he was less than thrilled. Thank goodness for latex gloves!
To make a long story short, the barrettes finally made a reappearance after about 4 days (I was starting to sweat a little by the 3rd day of digging without finding the hidden treasures). Now if you know me at all, you would not be surprised in the least that I felt the need to take a picture....for the simple fact of being able to hold this over Forrest's head when he turns 16. It's just who I am.
I debated back and forth whether or not this was blog-suitable. Then I realized that this is OUR blog and OUR babies' book and I HAVE to record all this for posterity's sake! So, THIS is what barrettes look like after spending 4 days in an 18 months old's digestive tract.
Fortunately for Forrest, they un-crossed themselves somewhere on the ride down and out. Needless to say, Danna is now 2 pink barrettes short of a full arsenal.
And Forrest is (blue) BERRY happy about that! Have a great day!