Let me first say this. I was blessed with two good eaters. My kids have varied palates and will try just about anything.
Next, let me say that the Little One is not quite 2. She toddles and though she's been walking for quite a while... she's terribly clumsy, as all babies are. She and a window sill had a falling out. Yikes! It left quite the bruise.
As it looks today:
Fast forward to last week, I'm snacking. The Little One's not terribly interested in her Goldfish and rather interested in my almonds. I can't imagine she's going to like them. I mean look at what I'm eating!
Nope, I'm wrong. She loves them. She eats a few and I try to put them away. Cue the dying wildebeest noises. She eats a few more and I try to put them away. Cue the straight out screaming. So fine, eat them. See if I care.
It's only the next day when her digestive track is revisiting the almonds that I immediately regret the decision to let her eat as many Wasabi and Soy Sauce Almonds as her heart desired. Her poor, poor little butt.
It's red and rashy. We've definitely moved past the Aquaphor and straight to the Aqua-Lox**. She's cracked and bleeding and the poor, poor thing. Sadly, she's taken to screaming wildly whenever she gets a diaper change these days and I can't blame her. It's got to hurt. I stopped using the traditional wipes and went straight to the cold, wet cloths. The problem is that we're not always home for nice cold, wet cloths... sometimes we go to Target and I have wipes.
Off to Target. It's Target so it could be for anything but I notice that the Little One is due for a change as soon as we get to the store. Off we go to the family restroom. Family restrooms seem to be where interesting things happen for the Little One and I. Maybe I should just stay out of them?
I'm changing her fiery little butt and she's hollering. I mean wailing and screaming. She's breaking my heart in a million pieces and I'm trying to go as fast as I can. I clean her up, slather her with more Aqua-Lox, which I'm just carrying with me now and get a fresh diaper on her. She's still screaming but between breaths, I hear a knock.
"Ma'am...Ma'am... is everything alright in there?!?!"
More screaming. Louder knocking and I hug the Little One and tell her it's alright and start working on calming her down.
What I wouldn't give for a freakin' binky right now! Maybe a glass of wine.
"It's alright."
"Are you sure?!?"
I get her calmed down and back in the cart. I open the door to go shopping and out comes red-faced, whimpering the Little One with a nasty bruise on her cheek and her mother.
You know me... I'm the one getting the side eye from a few people at Target.
**Aqua-Lox. The magical cure all for diaper rash. Aquaphor mixed with Maalox. Any mom will tell you that it's the bee's knees.
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