
Me again. Just wanted to share how crazy it can get around here! Last Tuesday Jake began screaming right before lunchtime and picking at his nose. I kept asking him what was wrong as he ran around the house yelling and crying. He just kept telling me "In my nose! IN MY NOSE!" I managed to catch him and attempted to look up his nose...yeah, he wasn't having any of it until I pulled out a flashlight and shone in up his nostrils. Lo and Behold...a tiny screw wedged tightly in the right one! Egad! I'm a nurse, sure, but how do you get an uncooperative two year old to hold still so you can fish it out??? (Hold still honey, it won't hurt...much.) So...off we go to Wee Care, where Dr. "Owie" (that's what the kids call him, his name is Dr. Alvey and he is awesome!) looked up Jake's nose, couldn't see the screw any longer and sent us off on a myth adventure to the ENT doc, who couldn't see the screw either and sent us off to Davis Hospital for Xrays, then back to the ENT, who squirted something up Jake's nose and he sneezed and out a teeny tiny screw flew. Jake then proceeded to wipe his nose, said "all better" and sauntered out of the office. He, of course, then told EVERYONE from the office to the parking lot about the screw in his nose!
I have the screw. It's going into the annals of our family history, along with a note about how it cost me $200 and FIVE hours with THREE cranky kids! Ain't parenthood the greatest??
And in case you wondered...we call them "myth" adventures because you wouldn't believe most of them!!! (Ha Ha Ha)










