Sunday, April 22, 2012

Post Script

A little addendum to Brooklyn's birthday... I forgot to record the rest of the night, which included a birthday dinner (she requested Mac & Cheese, so instead of actually making Mac & Cheese for all of us [no thank you] we went out to Panera, which incidentally makes the best Mac & Cheese I have ever found) and also, unfortunately, a little phone call to poison control. I'm a little ashamed to come out with the whole story, but to be short, we were trying out that nail polish Brooklyn was unwrapping on her birthday morning, and let's just say that the fragrance added to nail polish remover makes it smell faintly like it might be delicious, if you are, say, 19 months old.

Some moms I've talked to have said they have NEVER in their lives called poison control. I said, REALLY? I call so often that not only do I have the number memorized (1-800-222-1222, for future reference) but whenever I call, the voice on the other line pauses and then says, "Wait, is this Krista again?" and then they ask about my relatives and whether I got their Christmas card. (Okay not quite, but practically.) Well on Brooklyn's birthday it was my pleasure to hear, once again, from the delightfully calm voice at poision control (I swear they must interview and hire people solely based on the comforting tones of their voices) that I had not put my child in mortal danger and he would not require a trip to the emergency room.

In my defense, it had realistically been probably two years since I last called. But I did put one of those "accident-free for ____ days" counters on my blog, just so I can see how long I can go without having to reset it to zero. ---------------------->

2 sweet nothings:

Doreen said...

Last time I called that number was at church in Gaithersburg when Matt shot himself point blank with Melissa's mace. Since then, Matt's smartened up and is a doc now :) It's practically official!

Sterling said...

This is Erika: Hahaha!!! I laughed so hard at your countdown. Hope you don't have to change it anytime soon. Oh, and I've called poison control twice. Both for Austin - courtesy of Cami giving him something he definitely shouldn't have had.