Thursday, September 30, 2010


Usually, when J obtains a mouthful of sand, I sprint (not unlike a Kenyan) into the house to give his mouth a thorough rinsing.
Usually? I hear you thinking, Don't you know how filthy, dirty, and dangerous sandbox sand IS? Didn't you SEE that episode of "The Monsters Inside me" on Animal Planet about the kid who ate raccoon poop??
Yesterday, however, I decided to let J sit with his mouthful for a few moments, hoping to dissuade him from continuing to attempt to eat it. Breathing deeply and slowly, I restrained myself, waiting for the look of disgust to cross his face, hoping that perhaps he'd start to whine and then I could spring triumphantly into action.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
He raised a second shovelful to his lips.
And then as I lunged toward him, he went for the third.


  1. Hey, stranger, welcome to the Blogosphere! Hey, a little dirt never hurt anyone. In fact, I heard an NPR report about how children who are raised around farm animals are less prone to sickeness than our anti-bacterialized kiddos! So I say, let 'em eat sand!

  2. Thanks Tonya! Apparently he's going to eat sand no matter what I do anyway :)

  3. I just found your blog through a comment you left for Amanda on SouleMama. I too will be a mother of two under three. I am expecting my second in March and my daughter is 17 months, as we speak.

    I am thoroughly enjoying your blog and this post actually made me laugh out loud. I can picture him grabbing more sand as you try to stop him. Too funny!

    Have a great weekend.

  4. Hi Scotti - thanks for visitng and for the kind words. Congratulations on the new baby - I hope all is going well for you.