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Monday. Danny whacked his nose on the bottom garage step. Blood everywhere! Danny:0-step:1.

There was so much blood everywhere and poor Monkey would not let me clean him up nor put a cold washcloth on his nose. First we drenched with blood the guest bathroom, then, after realizing that there was nothing of a washcloth nature to be had there we headed upstairs, smearing both of our coats in his blood on the way. We got into my bathroom and began our blood stopping/cleaning fight. Danny screamed at the top of his lungs, which as you might imagine, made things worse. I finally let him go, he calmed down and so did his nose. I was scrubbing away the multiple blood splatters in the bathroom and thinking that it is no wonder murderers get caught. Not that hard to overlook a tiny (or not so tiny) splatter on some baseboard behind the toilet. Good grieve! My kid had just a bloody nose and I am sure traces of the event will remain in some obscure corner of this bathroom for quite some time.

Thursday. Danny grabbed a "just-out-of-the-oven" cookie sheet with rolls. Danny:0-hot cookie sheet:1.

This is pretty self explanatory. Poor Danny was in terrible agony for next half hour, in just agony for the rest of the evening, whimpering and sporting a couple blisters for the next day. I declare this to have been the accident week of the year 2012! I hope we are now for some smooth sailing from now on!

This whole week. Erin's got an infection that was making her burst into tears. After one Monday of screaming and crying while going potty we went to see the doctor. Erin:0-bacteria:1.

Antibiotics. Abused by many, but also appreciated by many! Because of you there will be no kidney and anything-else-connected-to-them complications, no more pain and tears. Erin is back to normal and life is good! As a good little trooper Pooky takes her teaspoon of white goo at the end of the day, eventually swallows it and gets a popsicle to make life sweeter (no chasing her with a dosing syringe around the house anymore like when she had the ear infection). By the way she is 44 inches tall and 35 lb. Still not heavy enough for a backless booster seat, but oh well. When we were at the doctor's office and she had to produce (ehem!) a sample she just tossed her hands into the air and exclaimed: "Pee into a cup! Mom, you've got to be kidding me!" That's my girl!

Here you go! This was our medical week in short!

Ta ta for now!

The other day I had a following conversation with my sweet Erin after Danny's another toilet hand wash. He just can't help it! Splashing in the toilet is just so irresistibly fun.

"Mom, Danny is a naughty boy!"
"Yes, he is!"
"Do not tell Santa!"
"Why?"
"Danny will be sad without getting presents"

This just melted my heart.

The toilet saga continues

So...ever since unrolling half a roll of toilet paper and flushing it down, Erin has been rather apprehensive about the whole flushing business. You see the toilet backed up. Luckily for all the parties involved, it did not overflow. For the next few days Pooky would find any excuse not to send the toilet's content to the sewers' gods. We apparently have a few trust issues in our home. I explained to my child how the toilet works and what makes it clog at least a dozen times. Erin did not take my explanation for pure truth and carried on with the flushing phobia. (Sigh). By now things are better, the flushing handle is being used again. However I am occasionally summoned to make sure that the water level inside a toilet is at an acceptable height. This was one funny lesson I got to teach Erin and I can guarantee that she will not be the one going through several rolls of paper a week, ha ha.
Now to the other bandit.

Danny's toilet obsession carries on. However it smoothly transitioned into the next phase. He began throwing things in it! Fortunately for me I am not alone in this fight! My trusty Erin is with me (particularly after almost overflowing a toilet).
There I was, minding my own business doing dishes while Erin and Danny were supposedly peacefully playing upstairs. The house was quiet and I was able to load the dishwasher without having to pull Danny out of it every few minutes. Also , no one attempted to sneak dirty spatulas, knifes and spoons from the cutlery basket. So I was actually able get something done. However, every mother knows that occasionally she has to pay for the luxury of completing a chore while the small fries are awake. This was my price!

As I headed upstairs I heard splashing, giggling and Erin's voice exhorting her brother to quit throwing bath toys into the toilet. I sensed trouble and Danny sensed me getting closer. No, not because he felt he was in trouble, he was simply having too much fun and wanted to have me join in. He came out running with a roll of toilet paper, undoubtedly to be the next projectile destined for the toilet party. My bandito-hooliganito was wet and brimming with joy. Erin sprang out of bathroom slightly drier, but somewhat distraught. She would not leave Danny to go get me, because the clogged toilet memories were fresh and she feared the worst. I was informed that Danny was being naughty chucking their bath toys into the toilet and she had to keep pulling them out. I had a good laugh! Than it was time for cleaning and baths.


How can I get angry with these two? I just can't, so I laugh.

Ta ta for now!