The experts all said to let the baby put one handful of sand in her mouth, and she'll spit it out and not try it again. I was apparently an exception to that rule, and my parents frequently kept me in a walker on the beach until I was old enough to understand "don't eat sand."
HA. Well, yeah. That's sort of a problem. He took a mouthful and didn't spit it out. When K tried to pull it out of his mouth he got really really indignant and angry about the whole thing. Silly bug.
Isaac ate sand before, but just the once. Sounds like I'm lucky.
Annabel has never eaten sand (unless she did it in the sandbox in daycare and I'm blissfully unaware), but the beaches she's been to are all of the rocky variety.
Sand made me cry as a baby. But yes, I ate it too, more than once.
I love the idea of the little man crying upon attempted removal of sand from his mouth.
I have about slept today away. Shame.
Take the Independence Day quiz!
I got a perfect score, but some of those questions at the end involved some serious guessing.
I also got a perfect score! Though a few of them I wasn't really certain of my answers, and one was almost a total guess.
Ooh, I only got 25. I missed the one about the last ratified amendment, and I don't know what I was thinking and clicked the wrong number of impeached presidents (clearly silly). Had no idea on the number of amendments proposed and not passed, or whatever that question was. Nor did I know which president was born in Texas, other than "not Bush". I forget which other question I missed.
Ow. George was my father's age. He will be missed.
Cool fixture in a cool store.
Tomorrow is Monday. You guys have until 6 am to make it not a work day without in any way jeopardising my ability to pay my rent.