I try very hard to be a good mom. Some days I succeed... some days I fail miserably. Today is a toss up.
I made Emma and Mary a very healthy and nutritious lunch. They had cheese, fruit and some veggies. Mary loves peas so she had a mountain of peas on her height chair. Feeling happy that they were occupied with their food, I headed to the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth... I was only able to brush my bottom teeth this morning so I was taking the brief moment of freedom to brush the tops. I thought I may even have enough time to floss! Oh the excitement!
Two minutes later I hear Emma yelling for me. I run into the kitchen to find that Mary has stuffed a pea up her nose.
No problemo-I have been here before. Hope used to love to stuff things up her nose... marbles, barbie shoes, tissue paper balls. I was an expert nose picker outer. All of those years of my mother yelling at me for picking my nose did not lessen my ability to search and hunt the nasal cavity.
The pea was close enough to the opening that I was able to just pull in out with my finger nail as if it were a stray booger. Feeling confident in my abilities, I looked up her nose to see if I got all the pea and saw another one. I didn't want to squeeze her little nose together because it would have been harder to pull out pea soup rather than a pea ball. Miraculously, I was able to fish out that pea as well. Again, thinking that disaster was averted, I looked up her little nose once more to see another pea! Good Lord! This one was harder because it was wayyy up there. I tried to get her to blow her nose-which was kind of like trying to teach a man to put the toilet seat down-impossible.
I knew I would have to do the bondage move. I ran for my trusty tweezers and pulled her out of her chair. I had Aaron hold her down while I went pea fishing.
10 stressful seconds later the pea was extracted. This had to be the last pea right? Nope...
Mary stood up and coughed. A tiny pea dropped right out of her nose... and then she laughed and clapped.
So that was 4.. count em, 4 peas in a little 18 months old's nose. I knew the moment that I laid eyes on my husband and saw his nostrils that it would one day come back to haunt me. So technically this is yet one more thing I can blame on my mother in law.
My mother of the year award is once again safe. Phew.