Thursday, October 23, 2008

What goes in the nose, must come out...

The other day I noticed that Chloe had a bead up her nose. After laughing at her pain (lol) - I tried to extract the bead with tweezers, only to succeed in pushing it FURTHER up her nose. I called a friend who had 4 kids (I figured one of them had to have put something up there), she told me that I could plug the nose without the bead, and then blow hard into Chloe's mouth. That didn't work, it just made Chloe scream LOUDLY in my ear. So I packed up the kid and all of her toys, and took her to the doctor. Jeff met us at the doctor's office (I figured we'd need the extra manpower to hold Chloe down while the doctor did his thing). Jeff and I waited and waited, and then decided to try the CPR thing one more time and VOILA - out came the bead and lots of boogers. Eeeww, gross... but who needs doctors anyway? So, for all you parents out there, now you know what works. I don't remember going through all of this when I put popcorn seeds up my nose :o)

Monday, October 6, 2008

Cutest Pumpkin in the Patch




There is an awesome pumpkin patch in Lathrop. Chloe loves it. She loves pumpkins! She calls them punkins and Jeff, punkin-head. We had lots of fun.

Band-Aids Fix Everything



Chloe got a little scrape on the side of her nose. For the last week, as soon as she wakes up, she asks for a band-aid. It's hilarious. She is such a drama queen. I have no idea where she gets this from.

When Toddlers Dress Themselves



Chloe came downstairs the other day, all ready to go visit her BFF, Corey. She'd dressed herself and everything. I tried to explain that leopard skin doesn't go with stripes, but she has a fine tuned sense of fashion and overuled my objections. Actually, I think that one of the BEST things about being a two-year old is being able to wear what you want and having people say you're "CUTE!". When I wear leopard print and stripes people either avoid looking me in the eyes, as they shake their heads in pity - or they just run screaming the other way. Either way... it's a self-esteem killer.