I’d been having one of those stayed-up-too-late-and-forgot-to-set-the-alarm type mornings, and just as I began to settle down and tried to find my groove, my daughter, who had been out of her highchair for all of three minutes, found, ate and began to choke on some Legos.  Because of my daughter’s tendency to climb, eat, and generally cause mayhem, I rarely leave her alone in a room and was thankfully right there as she first coughed then stopped making noise all together as the plastic blocks obstructed her airway.  I quickly ran over, swooped her up and performed the Heimlich on her. After just two thrusts she coughed out the Legos, which were two blocks stuck together, and as a bonus I got a handful of Eggo Waffles she had eaten 10 minutes earlier.  She immediately coughed, cried, and then began running around acting normal, while I stood there holding regurgitated Eggo & Lego in my hands and could actually feel the hairs on my head turning gray.

I spent the next hour following her around, listening to her breathing, and of course looking for any other choking hazards that may have been left around.  Normally, my older children’s toys remain in the finished basement’s playroom, and only my daughter’s toys are within her reach upstairs.  This was something that fell off a friend’s toy who had visited Sunday.

Still shaken by the incident after an hour,  I called her doctor and got some reassurance that she was probably fine now after giving them the play-by-play. I tried not to think about what could have happened since she was fine and I was right there.  Cecilia, aka ‘Baby Hoover,’ enjoys eating a variety of things off the floor including but not limited to old food, grass, mulch, and evidently Legos.  My floors aren’t that dirty, she just finds every little thing that falls on the floor.  If you track in a piece of mulch or dirt from outside, this child will be eating it within 20 minutes.  All I know is that I cannot wait for her to grow out of her Pica phase…it’s causing premature aging on my part.

Hours later, while she was napping, I went through and did a visual sweep of the area, checking under couches and the entertainment center to ensure I didn’t miss any other Lego parts.  Thankfully, I didn’t find any more Legos, but did get a couple other items I’d been looking for…

Under the entertainment center was a missing DVD, a couple puzzle pieces, a remote and a empty box of raisins.  I hate finding food or food items fearing one day I’ll have insects crawling around my house as a result.  So as I continued my sweep of the house, I was especially irritated to find that there was a raisin on the rug by the front door.

Only, it wasn’t a raisin…

So to end my Monday, which by definition are generally shitty, I picked up a small turd that must have fallen out of my daughter’s diaper just before I had changed her that morning.  She won’t use the potty yet at 19 months, but once she goes in her diaper she’ll get a clean diaper, start disrobing, and even try to remove the dirty diaper.  Through this normal process a little mini turd must have rolled out, and unbeknownst to me, and just laid there looking like a raisin waiting for me to pick up and squeeze between my fingers.

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