2008 is here, and already Jaxson is topping his 2007 escapades with a flourish.
As always, we've got the gag-inducing piles of poo (which Lola cannot leave alone, no matter how many times we scream and yell), broken this-and-that everywhere, torn books left and right, and yesterday?
Well, yesterday he ate super glue. Actually, it was more of taste, Thank God, but it was a mess regardless, and being the gentle, nurturing Mama I am, it only took me 10 minutes to stop laughing at him in order to gather my senses and phone Poison Control.
He's fine, and I really don't think he did anything more than bite through the tube just enough to taste the stuff before he ran screaming and scraping his toungue, but who in their right mind ever thinks they'll have to utter the words, "My son bit into a tube of super glue?" Not this Mommy, but then there are so many things I find myself saying or doing that I never dreamed I'd say or do.
Like prefer to wipe poo on my hand rather than let it touch the carpet, or scrape eggs off the wall, or clean toothpaste off the toilet.
I can't wait to see what the rest of the year will hold!