Wednesday, December 19, 2007

"As Dry Leaves That Before The Wild Hurricane Fly

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky"


So do tiny shards of glass when they hit your tile floor!

27 comments:

Mr Furious said...

I'm notifying Child Services that you let Baby chew on broken glass while you photographed the scene and blogged about it...

Mr Furious said...

Wait a sec...

Broken glass? If hand-picking the glass out is good enough for holiday stuffing*, it's good enough for baby oatmeal, right?

*NOTE: Inside joke. We'll see if Mrs. F 'fesses up to the rest of ya...

Robin said...

Kara had that same thing for breakfast! Ours wasn't on the floor though. Kara and Baby F are pretty close in age. six weeks, maybe? Tomorrow is Kara's first birthday. Party plans, you ask. Ummm, no. We're waiting 'til January, and I don't care if that makes me a bad mom. :)

Why doesn't Gerber put the organic stuff in the cute little plastic tubs that they put the regular baby food in? You can sweep and mop all you want, but there will still be a tiny shard of glass that Kid will step on or Baby will find and put in her mouth. It's like a sixth sense with them.

Julie said...

I'm notifying Child Services that you let Baby chew on broken glass while you photographed the scene and blogged about it..
LOL!

Of course, as I write this comment, my kindergartner is going back and forth outside with cups of hot water and instead of investigating, I am reading Mrs F's blog. I figure that there will be time to rescue him/us from whatever havoc he is creating. I think he is trying melt icicles on the house or something. Or trying to get the stairs to freeze over so we all trip and break our necks for Christmas...


okay, now I HAVE to hear the story about the stuffing.

Mrs. Furious said...

Baby is asleep in the car... I've had too much caffeine... kind of freaking out... must bake...
be back shortly!!!

Mrs. Furious said...

That didn't last long... she's up.

1st Mr F... as you know from the sound of the vacuum running when you called... Baby was safely confined in the pack n'play during mission:glass recovery!

2nd Yes of course I'll fess up when I get back from picking up Kid (4pm coffee and blogging anyone?)

Mrs. Furious said...

Robin,

Baby's b'day is Jan 31st. Thank God for that! I'd have to be institutionalized if I had to deal with that and Xmas at the same time!

I found out the plastic tubs are #7 plastic... either that is the toxic kind or it can by bioplastic which is fine... of course you have to call Gerber to find out!

And you know someone is eating a shard of glass and sending us to the ER tonight... just what I need!!

Mrs. Furious said...

Julie,
lol... go check! It might be a good thing you aren't my neighbor or he and Kid might form a gang and take us both down!

gotta get the first batch in the oven...

I'll be back

Julie said...

It might be a good thing you aren't my neighbor or he and Kid might form a gang and take us both down!

lol!

Not sure what the kid was doing...i think he was trying to loosen a big metal shovel that's frozen stuck in the snow. Now, it is even more solidly struck since he glued it in with ice. The stairs are a sheet of solid ice, but that's because we are hard-ass hardy new englanders who shovel only half-ass. I'm fine with that as it tests our balance, but embarrassed by it when people come over. I slipped and fell on my ass the other day and my 7 (almost 8) year old watched, laughed and said "sweet!" Nice, huh. Thanks for the hand, Jack.

Ok, I just noticed I used the word ass 3 times in the above paragraph. Weird.

Julie said...

Well, my husband does use a snowblower to do the driveway, but you can't snowblow the stairs.

hardy=lazy

Daniela said...

Thou needst the Happy Baby food grinder. You can do completely away with the overpriced jarred food. I believe you can still find them at www.onestepahead.com, or I can just send you mine, since my youngest has outgrown hers (it is also the best baby shower gift EVER... I like to get that, and the Bissel Spot Remover carpet cleaner thingie for my preggish friends.)

emmyjw said...

Oh the joys of parenting!I just finished cleaning up an explosion of dog food that my youngest kindly spread all over the kitchen and dining room floors while I was in the bathroom for 2 minutes. Thankfully no glass involved this time. I just finished my all day bake-fest, it was one of those days, I was compelled to bake even though I really needed to vacuum instead...

Mrs. Furious said...

Julie,

hardy=lazy

yeah we are familiar with this type of winter hardiness!

Daniela,
sadly the reason I dropped it was because I was returning it back to the kitchen uneaten... Baby has given up being spoon fed. Of course I now have a cupboard filled with baby food I'll have to donate!
EXCELLENT baby gift recommendation by the way! I will totally remember that.

Mrs. Furious said...

emmy,
"I was compelled to bake even though I really needed to vacuum instead"

word.
unfortunately at 1:30 right after I had put the butter in the mixing bowl I got a knock on the door. I had a meeting with Baby's parent educator (part of our local baby program) that I had completely forgotten about... and I had not only NOT vacuumed (well I did vacuum the glass up... that would have been really bad and not reflected very well on me!) but hadn't cleaned at all. Embarrassing!

Mrs. Furious said...

I will be coming back with the glass in the stuffing story when I get back from baby class tonight.... stay tuned!

Mrs. Furious said...

Okay today has been a bit crazy... here's the glass in the stuffing episode:

The first Thanksgiving Mr F and I were dating I came home for Thanksgiving without him.
I was staying at my mom's and we were having Thanksgiving at my grandmothers.
We were bringing some sidedishes including the stuffing. The stuffing was in an old corningware casserole dish with a glass lid.
We got in the car and backed down our long driveway. At the end we heard a crash and got out to find the stuffing casserole in the road. Now the casserole dish was fine but the lid had flown off and shattered. We were running late and it seemed that the glass had broken AWAY from the stuffing so we just picked up the casserole and went on to my grandmothers.
During dinner my brother found a little bit of glass in his serving and got really mad that we would still serve this... and... serve it to his children!
When Mr F heard this story he was so disgusted with us I thought he might break up with me... I'm not joking he did not think this was funny!
Now of course it wasn't funny that someone could have eaten glass shards obviously... but what was funny is that neither my mom or I (two fairly smart people) even thought about that possibility... just picked off the large glass chunks and served it to our family. I'm sure it says something about our unconscious motivations ;)
Obviously now having children of my own... I would have LOST MY MIND if I was my brother!

Mr Furious said...

my mom or I (two fairly smart people)

Yeah, "book-smart." Lotta good those advanced degrees in THAT situation...

Deb said...

I'll trade your morning clean-up job for the one I had to endure this morning. Picture your child in her PJ's, waving two serving spoons (yes, YOUR silverware) full of dog poop wildly in the air. That was precisely how my morning went, except I have a "he" and not a "she". Although broke glass does suck, because I'm usually the one who picks up a sliver in my foot.

Mr. F. has advanced the theory that Canine Furious was somehow involved in the poop incident, btw. An investigation is being launched.

Mrs. Furious said...

Deb,

that might actually top broken glass.

if Canine wasn't in on it... then they are receiving messages from the same higher power... I went downstairs to eat dinner while catching up with my TIVO... and Canine shit right in front of where I sit. So I had to weigh out in my mind which was worse: looking at and smelling shit while I eat.. or actually touching it (ie cleaning) right before...
Damn those motherfuckers!

emmyjw said...

I actually dream of stepping on my chihuahua sometimes when I find the hidden turd every day.Does that make me bad??? Yesterday it was nicely perched on the middle of a bath towel that the kids left on the floor, wasn't it sweet of him to poop on the towel. Words cannot express how much I hate that dog for routinely crapping in the house.Almost as much as I hate seeing him hump everything he is big enough to grab on to...ewwwww

gigs said...

I was thinking of you yesterday afternoon when I came home to a pile of cat shit deposited on my Christmas tree skirt (dry clean only). And someone must not be feeling well, because it was not the easy-to-clean-up type of poop. She's 15 so I try to cut her some slack, but that was freaking gross.

PS: my husband was home all morning, and when asked why he didn't clean it up, said "I thought I smelled something, but I figured it was the garbage." Believe me, there would be no mistaking this smell for anything other than what it was! And if you thought the garbage smelled like that, you might want to have considered taking it out!

Mrs. Furious said...

emmy,
that does not make you bad...

telling Kid to throw her toys at Canine doesn't make me bad either... right?!?!

Mrs. Furious said...

Gigs,
"I thought I smelled something, but I figured it was the garbage."

LOL!
Our good friend's husband left their daughter in a dirty diaper and when she aked why he didn't change it he said.. "Oh I thought I smelled the Diaper Champ." And she told him "Yeah the Diaper Champ is filled with poopy diapers... that's why it smells like that!"

emmyjw said...

LOL I have to force myself to tell Ella not to hug Pippin too hard. Whoever did those studies saying dogs lower your blood pressure and improve your stress level was smoking crack.I was so much calmer and nicer when we just had a hermit crab...

Mrs. Furious said...

emmy,

who has a hermit crab for a pet?!?

emmyjw said...

We had a hermit crab a couple of years ago, there was a stand at the mall and the boys thought they were so cool, of course the stupid cage and rocks and food and shells etc all cost more than the actual crab and considering it gets cold in Michigan in the winter and I have an old,drafty house the crab lasted about 18 months which I thought was pretty good. Conner named him yapuncho( I have psycho kids too...) and overall he was very easy to take care of,better than fish or rodents of any kind which I went through with Rainee before we had the other three kids. Really, I long to be pet free...

Mrs. Furious said...

emmy,

interesting....
we had goldfish for a few years... "goldie" actually had a good run and lived for about 2 years ("brownie" was not so lucky)... but God cleaning the bowl was both disgusting and time consuming.
I may have to look into the crab thing...

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