I pride myself (and Brian) on keeping Sydney safe and virtually accident-free. She hasn't had any horrible injuries or boo-boos yet to get the heart going. We used to joke, after we had her home from China for a little while, that, hey, she's still alive! We're awesome!
Yesterday, while walking in the crosswalk to Fred Meyer from our car, Sydney yanked her little hand free from mine and ran back behind to retrieve - a penny. Meanwhile a large van was moving towards the crosswalk. I had to run back and grab her. She has never done that before, ever. Heart racing slightly.
And then, later on that afternoon, during quiet time/nap time, she came out of her room whimpering a bit. A worried cry. I asked what's wrong, what happened. She replied, "I put something in my ear and I can't get it out. It's stuck." Yikes! Heart pounding again, I sprung into action. "What did you put in your ear?!!" Turned out to be a tiny, sequin-sized jewel off the edge of one of her dress-up costume skirts. I got her into the bathroom, grabbed a flashlight and looked. I really couldn't see much - the hole in her ear is so tiny - but I got the tweezers, stuck 'em down in there and pulled out the object. It already had earwax stuck to it!
Needless to say, we had a talk about good choices and bad choices. I am realizing, once again, that we really don't have any control over this little creature. Scary ride, this parenting!
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