Today was a busy day, but it was fun too. We went to the library, to my nephew's preschool picnic, I had my 2 nephews over for a quick dinner, and then brought them and my two boys to church for bell choir and worship practice! (so thankful for the minivan, so that I was able to take my nephews with us!).
The picnic was a lot of fun. There was lots of food, singing during circle time, games, and the kids got to pick up candy off of a hill (and put it in a bag for later). That was the fun part of the day!
What I do not understand, is when a complete stranger (to me - she obviously belonged to someone at the picnic) smiles at my cute 16 month old (and he smiles back of course), and then puts out her hands for him to come to her. UMMM...are you kidding me!!! This lady did not introduce herself to me (or my mom, who was holding Smiles at the time), but yet she was trying to "lure" my child into her arms. The first time that she tried, his smile immediately left his face and he walked towards me. However, later on, when my mom was holding him, she did it again...and Smiles went to her!!! I was NOT happy about this...and I am NOT overreacting!
You see, I am trying to teach my kids the difference between a stranger and someone that is "ok." I can easily talk about this with my 3 year old and he seems to understand it - we have been talking about it a lot lately, since he has become more friendly with people. However, my 16 month old does not completely understand what I am saying...and what this lady did was really inappropriate. I did not actually see what happened until Smiles was being handed back to my mom (and my mom and I talked about this and came up with something that she can say next time so that she does not actually let Smiles go into someone's arms - I think that my mom was so shocked that this lady would do what she did, and did not know what to say).
So, in the future, I told my mom to just tell the stranger that:
"We are trying to teach our children not to be lured by a stranger, so we would rather that you do not hold him. No offense...but you are a stranger!"
Ok, maybe that sounds a little harsh, but whatever I do say will have that tone to it.
What are your thoughts about this? Do you let strangers hold your kids?
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I Would Rather Clean Up Spit-up!
Within a half hour of each other, I had both boys down for an afternoon nap! Smiles is now down to two naps a day, so they nap together for an hour or two. Today, Brady went down first and then Smiles followed about a half hour later.
I was just about to go out and get the mail, when I heard a cry and a few coughs - it sounded like Brady. I ran upstairs and gently opened the door of his room - he was laying on his back with his eyes closed - sleeping! So, I figured that it was just something that he was doing in his sleep. I put my ear to Smiles' door and heard nothing, so I figured that it was ok to go back downstairs and get the mail.
As I was getting my shoes on, I heard some coughing and some real crying now - so, I bolted back up the stairs, and open Brady's door. He was sitting up in bed and crying. I picked him up and asked him what was wrong. He kept doing some type of cough - like there was something in the back of his throat, and he was pointing at his mouth.
So, I sat down at the end of his bed with him on my lap, facing me. I was trying to comfort him and I prayed to the Lord, "God, we don't know what is wrong, but you do, so I just pray that you would bring healing into Brady's body."
At that point, Brady started to throw up. All over me and himself. His hands had some of it on him, and I realized that I actually caught a handful of this stuff in my right hand - GROSS! He finished emptying the contents of his stomach onto my shirt, shorts, his shirt and shorts, and there we sat for a moment. I was trying to explain to him what just happened and wanted to hug him, but realized that I really cannot since I had throw up in my hand.
While I was doing that, I was also thinking - how am I going to get us cleaned up???
I needed to get us to the bathroom. But, I didn't want to get the throw up all over the tan carpet...what could I use to wipe us up with? I was looking around and spotted his blankies that he sleeps with - not his favorite blankie, however he really does like the blankets that I grabbed! So, I grabbed the blanket, deposited the contents of my right hand into it, wiped Brady's hand down and then grabbed another blankie to hold the dirty blanket. I then realized that we needed to at least take off our shirts before I transported Brady to the bathroom. So, I deposited those shirts on to the blanket as well.
I quickly carried Brady to the bathroom, gave him lots of hugs, went back to get the soiled clothing and blankets and then gave Brady a bath - some throw up got in his hair when I took his shirt off! He felt better by the end of the bath. After the bath was done and I partially dried him off, he asked if he could go back into the bath...so, I put fresh water into the tub and let him play in it a little bit while I began to clean up the clothing.
After a little bit, I decided that it was time to get him out of the tub and back into bed - to take the rest of his nap. After I put him down, I went into the bathroom to continue the cleaning of the clothing. I suddenly heard crying again - "Oh, no!". I ran into Brady's room - concerned that I was going to have a reenactment of what happened about 30 minutes before - and asked him what was wrong?
Brady answered, "I can't find my yellow blanket" - with tears in his eyes.
I had to explain to him that it was involved in cleaning up the throw up and that Mommy had to wash it (speaking of which - I need to go put it in the dryer). So, after a few minutes, he was fine, and then asked me to hold him and sing "Jesus Loves Me." So, we sang together and I was relieved that a reenactment did not take place!
I just have to say that throw up is so much worse than spit up (and I have had plenty of that to clean up)! As I was cleaning the clothing, the smell of it almost made me throw up! Thankfully, it was only a huge dry heave and my stomach was able to settle down.
So far, Brady still seems fine - I am praying that this was an isolated incident and that neither he nor any of the rest of us throws up again...I would like to say forever, but I know that would be wishful thinking. So, maybe for a very long time! :)
I was just about to go out and get the mail, when I heard a cry and a few coughs - it sounded like Brady. I ran upstairs and gently opened the door of his room - he was laying on his back with his eyes closed - sleeping! So, I figured that it was just something that he was doing in his sleep. I put my ear to Smiles' door and heard nothing, so I figured that it was ok to go back downstairs and get the mail.
As I was getting my shoes on, I heard some coughing and some real crying now - so, I bolted back up the stairs, and open Brady's door. He was sitting up in bed and crying. I picked him up and asked him what was wrong. He kept doing some type of cough - like there was something in the back of his throat, and he was pointing at his mouth.
So, I sat down at the end of his bed with him on my lap, facing me. I was trying to comfort him and I prayed to the Lord, "God, we don't know what is wrong, but you do, so I just pray that you would bring healing into Brady's body."
At that point, Brady started to throw up. All over me and himself. His hands had some of it on him, and I realized that I actually caught a handful of this stuff in my right hand - GROSS! He finished emptying the contents of his stomach onto my shirt, shorts, his shirt and shorts, and there we sat for a moment. I was trying to explain to him what just happened and wanted to hug him, but realized that I really cannot since I had throw up in my hand.
While I was doing that, I was also thinking - how am I going to get us cleaned up???
I needed to get us to the bathroom. But, I didn't want to get the throw up all over the tan carpet...what could I use to wipe us up with? I was looking around and spotted his blankies that he sleeps with - not his favorite blankie, however he really does like the blankets that I grabbed! So, I grabbed the blanket, deposited the contents of my right hand into it, wiped Brady's hand down and then grabbed another blankie to hold the dirty blanket. I then realized that we needed to at least take off our shirts before I transported Brady to the bathroom. So, I deposited those shirts on to the blanket as well.
I quickly carried Brady to the bathroom, gave him lots of hugs, went back to get the soiled clothing and blankets and then gave Brady a bath - some throw up got in his hair when I took his shirt off! He felt better by the end of the bath. After the bath was done and I partially dried him off, he asked if he could go back into the bath...so, I put fresh water into the tub and let him play in it a little bit while I began to clean up the clothing.
After a little bit, I decided that it was time to get him out of the tub and back into bed - to take the rest of his nap. After I put him down, I went into the bathroom to continue the cleaning of the clothing. I suddenly heard crying again - "Oh, no!". I ran into Brady's room - concerned that I was going to have a reenactment of what happened about 30 minutes before - and asked him what was wrong?
Brady answered, "I can't find my yellow blanket" - with tears in his eyes.
I had to explain to him that it was involved in cleaning up the throw up and that Mommy had to wash it (speaking of which - I need to go put it in the dryer). So, after a few minutes, he was fine, and then asked me to hold him and sing "Jesus Loves Me." So, we sang together and I was relieved that a reenactment did not take place!
I just have to say that throw up is so much worse than spit up (and I have had plenty of that to clean up)! As I was cleaning the clothing, the smell of it almost made me throw up! Thankfully, it was only a huge dry heave and my stomach was able to settle down.
So far, Brady still seems fine - I am praying that this was an isolated incident and that neither he nor any of the rest of us throws up again...I would like to say forever, but I know that would be wishful thinking. So, maybe for a very long time! :)
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