I’ve started seeing a chiropractor in the hopes she can help turn this baby using the Webster technique. However, this means making frequent visits, when I don’t always have a babysitter. “No problem, bring your daughter!” the office told me.
I was nervous about this, but did it anyway today. The office is very child-friendly, with a large basket full of toys, and a cute painted wooden table, with small cubby-holes built in the top of the table to hold crayons. There was a chance Cordy wouldn’t realize it was a doctor’s office and freak out.
We walked in, and she saw the toys right away. I let her wander over to the table as I signed in and spoke with the receptionist.
“Wook! Crayons!”
“Yes, Cordy, I see. There are crayons.”
“And fishies!”
(not paying full attention) “And fishies. That’s nice.”
*crunch, crunch, crunch* Uh-oh.
I snapped my head around to see what she was doing. “Cordy, what did you just eat?” I can only imagine how bug-eyed I looked. How did she find something to eat?
Cordy gave a big smile and exclaimed, “A fishie!” She then reached back into the crayon cubby-hole in the table, looking for another treat.
I could feel my stomach churning. “Oh, sweetie, we don’t eat food we find laying around. Yuck!”
The receptionist gave me a sympathetic smile. “It’s OK. I think the Goldfish has only been there since this morning.”
Gee, thanks. That’s so comforting.
The ninja toddler strikes again, this time spotting the one shred of food in a waiting room and getting it into her mouth before I could notice. Ick.
Well… at least it was FOOD. Comforting, I know.
My daughter was walking around my son’s class during a PT conference last night with a straw from a juice box in her mouth…Not OUR juice box. Ewwww…
They’re very discerning, aren’t they?
My chiropractor has crayons and a fish tank in his office. So when I read about Cordy eating “a fishie” my first thought was… well, not the kind made by Pepperidge Farms. Phew!
Oh I think we’ve all BTDT. LOL
Leftover food on the playground is particularly awesome, especially when mixed with mulch!
I try to shrug off the skeevies by saying, “Building up the immune system!”
Isn’t this something that the pregnant mother is supposed to be doing?
I once found my son walking around the house gnawing on a chicken nugget. I couldn’t remember the last time I made them. I asked him where he found it. He walked over to a chair and pushed up the cushion.
Hey, I was happy he was getting a little protien.