Here's an idea--have your child swallow a marble then wait for it to "pass." Sounds like fun, right?!? Well, how about he does it the day before a 15 hour drive knowing that you'll have to stop at gas stations to go to the bathroom. I'll give you one guess as to which child of mine did that.
A couple of days before we left Estes Park, Connor found a really fun pinball/baseball game in the closet. He was so excited to put it together and play. We all were enjoying playing the game.
That is until Reid came up to me and said, "Mommy, I swallowed the ball." Josh and I immediately called the local ER but they couldn't really give us any advice. Then we called our local after hours doctor and were pretty much told to let it pass but if it doesn't by the time we get home, go see the doctor. Now I'm not one to rush to the doctor for much, so I was fairly confident he'd shoot the thing out. But we were all still a little worried because it was metal. Reid's reaction? Mild amusement.
So we load him up with fiber and wait.
Of course I'm thinking, why is Reid not concerned about this at all? Is this the kind of thing that warrants a spanking, and if I spank him, might I jam it into his intestines forever?
All day long we were walking around asking, "Well? Has he pooped?" Mimi came up with the idea to get a bucket, cover it with a plastic bag and set that down in the toilet. Then for some reason, Mimi volunteered to do the "sifting." (She gets a big Christmas present this year!) Day 1 and 2 came up empty. We tried making him go before we left to go down the mountain, but no luck. About an hour into the drive, he says he needs to go poo poo. I exit as soon as I can and drive around for a restroom, only to hear, "No I don't need to go anymore." Awesome. I can see our 15 hour road trip getting longer and longer all while dreading having to do this somewhere other than a nice restroom!
A little bit longer down the road (in the middle of no where, of course) I hear a little voice again, "I need to go poo poo." There is nothing but flat land, until we see a sign for Jellystone Campground.
We ask at the front desk if there's anyway we can use the restroom. The worker tells us yes but they close the restroom from 11-12:00 each day for cleaning. It was 11:15am! We go on in while they are cleaning and place the bucket into the toilet. The cleaning lady cleans all the other stalls and is just waiting on us. (She wasn't the real friendly type so we decided not to let her in on our little situation.) We wait and wait and wait, until I hear Mimi say, "There it is!" Sure enough, THE BALL DROPPED!
We were so relieved and glad that was over!!
So that's the ending to our wonderful Colorado vacation. You think it was enough to scare Reid into not putting anything else in his mouth?? Nope. That same day I caught him with a battery in his mouth!
Oh that Reid. It's a good thing he's so darn cute and so very funny!
Just another story to add to the Book of Reid!!
A couple of days before we left Estes Park, Connor found a really fun pinball/baseball game in the closet. He was so excited to put it together and play. We all were enjoying playing the game.
So we load him up with fiber and wait.
All day long we were walking around asking, "Well? Has he pooped?" Mimi came up with the idea to get a bucket, cover it with a plastic bag and set that down in the toilet. Then for some reason, Mimi volunteered to do the "sifting." (She gets a big Christmas present this year!) Day 1 and 2 came up empty. We tried making him go before we left to go down the mountain, but no luck. About an hour into the drive, he says he needs to go poo poo. I exit as soon as I can and drive around for a restroom, only to hear, "No I don't need to go anymore." Awesome. I can see our 15 hour road trip getting longer and longer all while dreading having to do this somewhere other than a nice restroom!
A little bit longer down the road (in the middle of no where, of course) I hear a little voice again, "I need to go poo poo." There is nothing but flat land, until we see a sign for Jellystone Campground.
We ask at the front desk if there's anyway we can use the restroom. The worker tells us yes but they close the restroom from 11-12:00 each day for cleaning. It was 11:15am! We go on in while they are cleaning and place the bucket into the toilet. The cleaning lady cleans all the other stalls and is just waiting on us. (She wasn't the real friendly type so we decided not to let her in on our little situation.) We wait and wait and wait, until I hear Mimi say, "There it is!" Sure enough, THE BALL DROPPED!
We were so relieved and glad that was over!!
So that's the ending to our wonderful Colorado vacation. You think it was enough to scare Reid into not putting anything else in his mouth?? Nope. That same day I caught him with a battery in his mouth!
Oh that Reid. It's a good thing he's so darn cute and so very funny!
Just another story to add to the Book of Reid!!
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