Should you call poison control if you two year old eats a "super-size" box of Lucky Charms marshmellows (yes, just the marshmellows)? The reason why I ask that question is this is the second day of his "magically delicious" marshmellow craze and he has the brightest green-blue poop I have ever seen. Like the Sci-Fi channel. I remember when I was pregnant with my first daughter, Elizabeth, and I had just drank a blue Power aid--got sick and threw up the brightest blue vomit ever. Doug thought it was very pretty while he dry heaved (wussy). So, if nobody out there is concerned...I will just continue letting him fend for himself with the super box (such a deal at Fry's!) Some day we will really see what this dye has done to our system....maybe longer life? As long as it does not prolong pregnancy. I think that would be the ultimate curse to pregnant women. Why does it have to be nine months? God is so wise--he knows that by the sixth month we are ready to have it--seventh, we feel a little "stretched" and that we could have this baby and possilby love him/her still--eighth, we want to eat any herb neccessary to get the baby out even willing to go out to a special river and pot a squat like the Indians of old.--By the nineth month, we are so desperate to have the baby out that anyone who looks at us, touches us, tells us they "love" pregnancy, has a death wish.--Not to mention we are are willing to shovel, walk, drink epichach, dehydrate....anything to get this baby out. I am six months now and I feel already at the eighth month level--I guess when this is your fifth, you are on a whole nubba lebol. Well, I have escaped somewhat righting this while I have to endure Dora audio in the background--please kill me. You are insane when in the middle of the night you are humming Dora the Explorer songs. She yells a lot. Why is it so "wrong" that I yell too? Maybe I should try it with a more happy tone! That is it! It may still be therapeutic.
Talk more later.--Ana
Let me know when he starts turning blue. hehe Yeah another blogger. It is addicting, beware. My sis in law made me do it too. Keep the good stuff coming. ;) Check me out http://therobison4.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny!Megan has eaten many a box of Lucky Charms, marshmellows only. Maybe if he keeps it up he might "mellow" out. lol. We love Sam! I might start a blog, what a great way to vent!
ReplyDeleteAna, actually God made it be nine months (who are we kidding? 40 weeks is 10 months)because at 6 months we feel all warm and fuzzy ready to hold our sweet new child, but by 9 (10, the bastards..)months we really do not care how much it hurts... just get the child out... NOW! love that you're blogging.. don't worry about the green poop.. I used to have that problem myself when I ate too many cinnamon imperials... red hots if you will.. let him eat cake.. I mean marshmellows. Oh, and at least you're singing Dora, It's been all Hanna Montana in my brain.. I might even be a rock star.. Sam has a crush, I think. Heaven forbid. Your very good friend all the way in Hillsboro Oregon, and also, your partner in maddness.. Basco sister, Michelle
ReplyDeleteNaw, Lucky Charms marshmellows are nothing. You've got to try letting him eat straight fruit snacks. Florescent blue poop balls. I thought about checking it out under a black light. That thing could have illuminated the entire bathroom!
ReplyDeleteMaybe he'll turn in a smurf?! He would be such a cute little smurf...until he gets older...then he would just look weird, but we would still love him. I have yet to figure out hwy kids love the marshmallows b/c they are so not tasty!!
ReplyDeleteWow I love it! You are a great writer and I love your humor. You have a talent to be able to write down just how you feel and express it so well. Great imagery. I prefer blue powerade too. So glad to know that there are more people out there that really don't like being pregnant. I am definitely in that camp. Love my kids. Hate being pregnant. A blog all to yourself to write whatever you want. Like vent when the kids cover themselves in mud get undressed and jump around naked and sit in the mud and then run through the whole house while you are feeding the baby kind of venting. That could be addictive. Let me know how it goes. If it is as good as kickboxing at letting out frustration I may have to try it.
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ReplyDeleteyour blog rocks, bloo poo no problem. Fingerpainting with poo, Ruby's new past time, a problem. 4 days in a row. I've gone to making her wear pj's backwards, next come duct tape. What kind of anger can a one year old have to fingerpaint with her own poo. It's so frieking disgusting. Seriously!
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