Bangers a la BANG!
Rosie had her first ever dentist visit this morning. It was shockingly uneventful. I don’t know what I was so nervous about.
I’ve been going to the same dentist since I was three years old. The dentist was excited that I was bringing in my kid, said it made him feel old. He took a picture on his camera of Rosie and him together. I’m waiting for him to email it to me. He’s a nice guy.
Rosie was thrilled to get to go to the dentist. (Relief!) She loved the electric toothbrush thingy, and she was especially happy about the mint chocolate flavored toothpaste they gave her. In the car afterward she kept going on and on about how they vacuumed her mouth, hahaha.
She has no cavities and perfect teeth! We brush once a day (usually) and honestly we don’t floss…so I guess a combination of genetics and healthy diet are doing her teeth good.
This afternoon was one of those afternoons…you know, more in the department of patience lessons. This afternoon it wasn’t so much Rosie’s behavior as it was just a lot of mishaps.
It started when I thought we’d make some blueberry muffins. I’ve been enjoying the mini muffin tin lately. Bite sized deliciousness!
Except…fail. Oh the failure.
Rosie was using the sifter when she stepped right off of the chair she was standing up on. Then there was this instant explosion of flour/salt/sugar/baking powder EVERYWHERE.
Rosie ran through the house screaming and crying in horror. “Please don’t be mad!” she sobbed. “It was an accident. I’m just a little kid!”
I started laughing so hard, and then I took a picture or three.
Rosie’s running through the house resulted in my entire house coated in gritty flour/sugar mixture. Did I mention how I’d just vacuumed the entire house not 20 minutes prior to this incident? *sigh*
I vacuumed again, but our feet are still gritty and a little sticky. I guess tomorrow mopping is in order.
When the big explosion happened I was holding Ada and I had to sit her down to deal with the aftermath. I guess I wasn’t paying attention well enough, because when I came back to her she was eating a pile of spilled sugar and squealing.
Aside from the fact that my seven month old just ate a pile of sugar, it was kind of funny until…
Fifteen minutes later we decided to try and salvage the muffins. Rosie was helping me mix in the messy semi-defrosted blueberries, and she ended up spilling a bunch of them. Ada was eating a few from the floor along with some dog hair. Poor scavenging Baby Pants.
Ada started fussing and I was just trying to hurry up and get the stupid muffins in the oven before something else went terribly wrong.
But wait…just as I was sliding the muffins into the oven I heard Ada farting. She was wearing a diaper without a cover, and I thought, “Oh I’ll just slide this diaper off and plop her on the potty real quick!” So I did, I slid the diaper halfway off as we were walking down the hall…and despite the fact that my house is tiny, we did not get there fast enough.
Why, oh why does baby poop shoot out all at once? She pooped right IN MY HAND.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Lay down the baby and coat the floor in poop too? No doubt she would then get it on her hands and stick it in her mouth. I’m only one set of arms, where do I put a messy baby while washing my hands? I threw the diaper in the bathtub and the baby on a towel in the floor. After I cleaned up my hands and Ada’s bum I smelled something else. The muffins!
My mini muffins were getting quite well done. I rushed off to get them out of the oven and remove them from the muffin tin so they didn’t continue cooking from the residual heat.
Ada was happily playing with Rosie in the living room.
I was sampling muffins happily for a little while. They came out spongy and slightly chewy, like…Cracker Barrel pancake texture. Delicious, but odd for a muffin. I guess it’s because the ratios were off from the mix getting spilled all over.
Then I heard more screaming from Rosie. What now? What possibly could go wrong now?
My Chihuahua. MANUEL NOOOOOO!!
He had removed the globby poop filled diaper from the bathtub and was running all over the house shaking it in his mouth like he was trying to snap its neck.
Really. There are no words for this. But I was too flabbergasted to take a picture. (I know, you probably aren’t sorry about that.)
While I was dealing with that fiasco, Ada peed on the floor and started splashing in it. Because I was too much in a hurry to get the muffins out of the oven to re-diaper her…
Fail. Afternoon total fail.
It’s ok though. The muffins were ugly but tasty, and we were still laughing after all was said and done. Really, this would have been a great comedy if only we had cool British accents. Kind of like Fawlty Towers. (This linked video has me laughing so hard I’m crying. Love this show so much. We named Manuel after a character on here. He comes on this episode about 5 minutes in.)
How could I possibly be even the slightest bit angry with these little faces? Flustered, maybe, but angry…nope.
And then Ada grabbed Rosie’s muffin and stuffed in her mouth and locked her jaws closed so we couldn’t take it away…
For supper tonight:
Elephant scrambled eggs, raisins for eyes, banana trunk, raw sunflower seed tusks, and seven grain crackers on the side.
She was still hungry after cleaning her plate so she had some left over noodles and chicken breast with alfredo from yesterday…