monday

warning: this post contains gruesome details of a mommy’s imperfections. all perfect parents should vacate the blog immediately.

monday started off pleasant enough. mason woke, played peek-a-boo with mommy when he remembered i was in the same room, ate breakfast, and then played until it was time for his morning nap. after the nap, he was a little congested – enough so to warrant a saline & nose suction session. not a favorite activity for either of us, but certainly effective.

i grabbed what i thought was the saline solution, recruited aunt kant to assist, and then proceeded to squirt it up mason’s nose. enter the ear-piercing scream. wait. something’s not right. fearing the worst, i looked down at the bottle in my hand. omg. not the saline solution. instead, it was the 95% alcohol-content bottle of swim ear. unforgivable.

i quickly grabbed the correct bottle and flushed out his nose. and then dialed poison control. of all the inept actions as a new parent i’ve performed, this one was the worst. i felt more than terrible. and thought i might puke. thankfully, poison control said that other than flushing out his nose with saline (which i had already done) and watching him for any signs of respiratory distress (he was now laughing and playing with his train), mason should be fine. but there’s nothing quite like poison control taking down your name, address, and child’s name before you hang up the phone. could the day get worse?

why yes, of course. less than 30 minutes later, mason flipped over during a diaper change and banged his head on the bedside table. awesome. by this point, i was in tears and passed mason on to more capable hands while i cried in the parking lot.

after waiting a couple of hours to make sure mason was ok, my family dragged me to our intended plans for the day – busch gardens. grammy (the hater of amusement parks that she is) kept mason (which frankly, given my record for the day was a far safer place for him to be than with me). it was a good distraction and we rode rollercoasters until we could ride no more. grammy called to report that mason was playing happily and i relaxed and enjoyed the rides. there’s something about dropping 205 feet at a 90 degree angle at speeds hovering around 70 mph that calms my nerves. love, love, love the griffon!

all in all, it was a wild day. a whirlwind of emotions. happy. shocked. mortified. numb. exhausted. relieved. relaxed. excited. rejuvenated. reunited. to end this post on a happy note (writing it down as a permanent record has been painful), uncle g wanted mason to get a taste of what the griffon will be like once he reaches the required 52”…