Updated: Aug 17, 2019
One of my earliest childhood memories was a fun one.
I was 3 years old. For whatever reason, I needed a band-aid for my pinky toe. My mother was busy in the kitchen and told me to wait. I didn't. I scaled the counter-top and got a band-aid out of the cupboard behind the mirror. I then jumped off of the counter, sinking my teeth into the particle board cabinet door that I had left open after climbing...I don't remember that part so much...but I do remember seeing one of my 2 front teeth in a mason jar full of milk (apparently that's what you do to preserve a knocked out tooth), and the ensuing emergency trip to the dentist. The impact lodged the other front tooth up into my gums.
After that, I had false front teeth until the adult ones came in. The song "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth," held extra special meaning to me for a few years.
Last night was the first time that I thought we were going to make an ER trip for one of the kids.
Ace decided to break the eraser off of the pencil he was drawing with. He then proceeded to shove it up his nose. I discovered this after he came running up to me in a panic crying, "Get it out! Get it out!"- I have a similar childhood memory of my sister, Chérie snorting a piece of candy (skittles?) up her nose while we were in the back seat of our station wagon and the trip to the ER to have it removed.
We tried using the cell phone light and tweezers, but were unsuccessful because he wouldn't sit still. It didn't help that he doesn't know how to blow his nose yet. With each attempt to "blow" he was actually sucking it in deeper. Sara was carrying him to the car, kicking and screaming, while I started working on cancelling my evening obligations.
Finally, inches away from his car seat, he decided at the top of his lungs, "I'll lay still, I promise!!!" He really did not want to make the trip to the doctor. He said he could just "sneeze it out," but a sneeze never came. We pinned him down one more time, and he laid just still enough for just long enough for Sara to retrieve the rogue eraser.
Thank God Sara is handy with the tweezers. I definitely don't have the tweezer skills required for that job.
That was fun.
Maybe enough fun for it to be his first memory.
Fingers only kids.