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Letters from Erin I

From Heather: Since my sister, Erin, has developed a children's line of clothing for the website, she has graciously offered to contribute to the updates on this journal - let's give her a round of applause and make her feel most welcome!

OK, so here it is, the first of October, and I'm substitute-posting for Heather. Let me give you a little background info -- I'm Erin, Heather's MUCH YOUNGER SISTER. I'm not nearly as creative as Heather, but what I lack in talent, I make up for in hostility and cynicism. I am married to a wonderful guy - Patrick, and have two kids - Ethan 2 years and Daphne 4 months.

Two year olds are an interesting bunch. Ethan has a nasty habit of chewing his hand -- not his nails, or his thumb -- his ENTIRE hand. I think he's getting his molars so he crams his entire fist to the back of his mouth and just sort of holds it there (maybe for safe keeping?).

Anyhow, he thinks it's really funny when he gags while doing this. Probably because I laugh at him. My Bad. Of course, when I'm done laughing, I tell him that if he continues to do that, he's going to make himself throw up. Unfortunately, he has no idea what that means, so he continues to eat his hand. The upside is, that even if he does vomit, I'm betting he'll only do it once!

So, (this is just too predictable -- do I even have to finish the story?!?) the other night, he's standing in his bath (any other standing bathers out there?), chomping on his hand. I just got the warning out, when bbbbbblllllllllluuuuuuuuucchchchchhbl, little chunks of partially digested cheetos and grapes dribble out his mouth.

So now I have to clean him off before I start puking myself. Except I can't because I'm too busy laughing (again, My Bad) at the pissed off look he's giving me because in his twisted little 2 year old mind, I made him puke! Well, needless to say, we're all still alive and he's no longer covered in vomit. BUT as all Moms know, every day is an adventure -- and just when you think you know what they're going to do, they surprise you. Like yesterday -- when he did it AGAIN.


Peace, till next