Stickers

Mr. Meh was quite irritable and cranky this afternoon. At first we thought it was his regular "don't want to take an afternoon nap and will be cranky until bedtime" special, but nothing could quite him down. We tried giving him water and milk, etc. nothing worked.

At one point, he even spit up a bit, something he never does (apart from those early weeks' spit ups, Mr.Meh has never thrown up.., which is good for me because vomit grosses me out, not so much poop, but vomit).

Eventually, as he was crying I saw that he had something in his mouth. Somehow he got a hold of Sesame Streets stickers and put one in his mouth -- he puts everything in his mouth so why not the stickers.

Now, Andy and I were at a point of contention, who's fault it was. We were both shaken as Mr. Meh could've swallowed the plastic stickers and choked. (Luckily that didn't happen).

Andy wondered I put stickers in Mr. Meh's playpen (we found the stickers booklet on the floor next to the playpen). I wondered why wasn't Andy paying attention to what he was doing since he was watching him.

What had happened was that as Mr. Meh was cruising along his playpen and he checking out the pockets that are attached to the playpen. Now he's tall enough and can reach to grab things in the pockets. (The answer is: all sorts of things. Some of which, like the mini nail files, I subsequently removed.) Somehow the stickers were there (I don't remember putting them in the pocket. I know they used to be on the living room desk).

Thank God everything ended well. Needless to say both Andy and I were quite shaken by it, and since both of us were in some sort of tired yet snippy mood this afternoon, it wasn't hard to blame this incident onto the other person's neglect.

But all is well that ends well. And as Mr. Meh got happy again and the crying stopped, we all cheered up.