Sunday, July 11, 2010

Splinters are evil things

I'm terrible at updating this thing, but I figured if I didn't update soon the blog police would come arrest me and then throw me in blogger jail.

My three year old daughter recently got a splinter in her foot. Not sure if it was from the deck at her great-aunt and uncles house or if it was from wood chips at the playground. I can't say that I'm surprised she got a splinter in the first place.

I know some of you are thinking "Hey frazzled mom, keep shoes on that kid" Well let me tell you this 1) It's summer, who the heck wants shoes on in the summer time?! Unless I'm going somewhere, my shoes don't touch my feet. 2) My daughter has recently decided to become a nudist, I have a hard enough time trying to keep underwear on the kid.

But I digress, the child had/has a splinter in her foot. The first night we attempted to remove it was a long night. I spent about an hour trying to get my son to sleep, finally succeeded only to come down stairs for my husband to tell me about the evil splinter.
So we turned on a kids show, and I had my daughter lay across my lap and my husbanded proceeded to remove the splinter. Boy did she ever scream and flail, I thought for sure someone would call the cops on us. After an hour my husband got most of the splinter out, but due to little one kicking her feet half the splinter broke and part of it was still lodged in her foot. We get her calm and happy and finally to sleep.

We gave her a night to cool off and then proceeded last night after getting little man off to bed. This time she, the memory of the first night still fresh in her mind, my daughter started screaming before anyone even touched her foot. This time she added to the processes by screaming and pointing to my husband telling him "Your a bad dad" poor guy, then she screamed at me "You're not my best friend, no one is my friend" This lasted for over an hour as her screams continued to wake her brother up till I smartened up and turned the air conditioner on upstairs, worked like a charm, a little white noise was all he needed.
My husband got almost the rest of the splinter out.

So unfortunately we have another night of trying to remove that splinter, if we fail it may be time to bring her to the Dr. and let him work his magic.