So, you remember this post, right? Well, I didn’t think it could get worse. And yet? It has! I had this niggle in the back of my brain as I wrote that post that day that perhaps I should mention how I shudder to think of how LF would be bound get her tiny toddler fingers on a ladybug be it carcass or alive and kicking. I was thinking I should mention the prospect of her getting a hold of one. And then something in my brain said, don’t acknowledge it and it won’t happen. When my real line of thinking should’ve been mention it and then it won’t happen, kind of like the bring your umbrella with you and it won’t rain mentality. Know what I mean?
Well, I shudder to report that Sunday evening we were getting ready to out for the night (much much more about that adventure soon, I promise, it’s one you won’t want to miss!!!), leaving LF with Auntie and Unc. LF was snacking on this and that. A little bit of cinnamon raisin bread, perhaps some goldfish, among other snacky type things. Time had passed where she should have finished her last bit of what I had given her so I turned to check on her walking around the living room, hangin’ out and she was still munching on something. But her mouth was open a bit and I could see a little bit of what she was munching on. And it dawned on me that nothing that I had previously given her was of the brown color variety, yet that is the color of what I saw on the tip of her tongue. I instantly had this sinking feeling I was not going to like the outcome of this. I lunged for her, pried her little mouth open and caught the foulest whiff of her breath. I gagged…and then gagged some more and just when I thought I could move on I thought about my baby with the most. disgusting. breath. ever! and instantly gagged again!!!
It was all I could do to find something to wash that nasty stink out of her mouth. Washing her mouth out with soap never sounded so appropriate…okay, so she’s only 14 months old and why would I have any excuse to wash her mouth out with soap yet? (I haven’t!…except she does eat the bubbles in the bathtub, but not by my insistence. That’s all her own doing!)
And still, the thought of that thing in her mouth and that God awful smell…ICK!!! Please do not eat ladybugs ever again LF!!! Momma would so appreciate that!!! kthanxbai!!!
HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh gosh, that’s fabulous!! Better lady bug then penny or dime or something. They get into amazing ventures. Speaking of bath bubbles… ashley has always eaten baby powder. Weird right? To this day she still wants me to pour extra powder after her bath so she can eat it. I keep thinking of Pica, but I think it’s more “kids eat glue” type of thing. After all she takes after her father. Strange!