Funny stories at the Ensor household…

So this is probably comical to no one but us (or maybe only to parents of toddlers), but last night was an interesting night. Dave had left his gym bag out in a location within easy reach of toddler hands. We had company and I wasn’t watching Brody’s every move and he managed to get a hold of Dave’s deodorant. After he had consumed several large bites, I begin to hear him gag. I walk in to see he really dislikes the taste of this deodorant and is trying to get it out of his mouth. A quick finger sweep of his mouth brings nothing. I hear his stomach make this awful noise and I immediately think to myself, he’s going to puke. So I grab a towel just as he gives me “the look”. The one every parent dreads. It’s the look before chunks are about to be blown and strewn across anything in their path (and you’d be amazed at just how far projectile toddler puke can go). Within mere seconds of me grabbing a dish towel (it was the closest thing within reach) Brody lets loose. Right there in front our our company who had just finished eating dinner. Well isn’t that swell. I debate calling poison control, but refrain since he’s just thrown up everything since lunch the day prior, I figure there’s no chance that any deodorant remains in his system.

Oh, how wrong I was. I went to retrieve Brody from his bed this morning after a nice long night’s rest only to walk into to his room to the odd smell of “aqua reef” and poop. Yes, you have guessed it. After throwing up everything, he still managed to retain enough of the deodorant in his system to scent his poop. What a nice present he brewed up for me in his diaper this morning.

Such is the life of a mother of 2 toddler boys. If you are debating birth control options, come to our home for a few hours. You’ll leave never wanting to look at the opposite sex again .