Last night I was holding Ella (now 10 1/2 months) and she was playing with one of those clear plastic party cups. We were at Ignite, South Bay’s weekly student event, and they were getting ready to play a toilet paper game. I was listening to the game instructions and I looked down to see Ella bite off a small but sharp piece of the cup. David was about 10 feet from me so I grabbed him to try to get it out of her mouth since I was holding her. She didn’t appreciate his finger in her mouth and was making a scene. We couldn’t see anything in there so we ducked into the nursery where there was more light. Never found that plastic.
Ashley who is a nurse was there and said we should probably look through Ella’s poops to make sure it comes out the other end. This morning when we got her out of bed she had pooped in her diaper. David went through it with a fork and I will spare you the details but he said it would be very challenging to find it that way.
I had a different idea for when it was my turn. That turn was about an hour ago.
I am determined to be exhaustive in my search because what’s the point of going through poop if you don’t totally know for sure if it was in there, right?
So I found myself in the soggy grass with an old yellow (never to be used again) strainer. I planned to sift that thing out with strong water. Our hose is in the front so as my neighbor walked by I just waved as if hosing off something in a strainer in the front yard is normal. It didn’t work so well because the “product” was about 2 hours old and was rather stiff.
About the time I realized how much water was flooding the grass I looked down at my feet and felt my socks getting wet through my snow boots. I thought of that quote from Bourne 3, “you’re in a big pile of *#^% Pamela and you don’t have the shoes for it.”
That was me today. I never found the plastic, but tomorrow is a new day. Sorry this post was so inappropriate but I laughed too much during all this to keep it a secret. Maybe you can relate. If not, maybe one day you will.