A few days ago, I hosted a little play date. Let's be honest: sometimes the play dates just are as much (or more) for me than they are for Myles! I get to hang out with cool grown-ups and eat something yummy, and Myla gets to stare blankly at other children who are actually playing. She'll be a social butterfly before we know it.
Anyway, the two other mamas and I were sitting at the table chatting, and the four kiddos all went into our hallway out of view. One mama said, "Should I go check on them?" And I responded, "No, I think they'll be ok. All the doors are shut." Then the other mama told me, "You know I have kids who can open doors, right?"
Uh, no. It literally never occurred to me for one second that her four-year-old could open a door! It just goes to show that Dave and I really only know how to raise a human being from age zero to fourteen months. After that, they'll probably escape or something.
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Today I was folding some of Myla's laundry and kept noticing these strange little purple stains on several pieces of clothing. It seemed strange, because I don't really have a purple ink pen that could have fallen into the washing machine. Then as I was folding, Myla said, "Mama?" and handed something to me. It was definitely a blueberry. This isn't too crazy, because we have been eating blueberries around here lately.
BUT, the question still remains: Is this just a blueberry that had somehow fallen into my baby's clothing basket, or is this a blueberry that has already gone through my child's digestive tract, if you know what I mean.
(Do you know what I mean? We do cloth diaper, y'all).
I'm going to try not to think about it.
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