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So apparently that storm last night was a Derecho.  My husband and father went outside to observe.  I stayed inside fending off thoughts of tornadoes plowing through.  Granted, we never get tornadoes here, but it was fairly obvious from the outset that this was no regular storm.  Everything about it felt wrong to me.  We had no touch downs in our area, though some places did.  And turns out that derecho’s typically do spawn many tornadoes.  This particular one did not.  Also, most of these storms are confined to the midwest.  I’d never heard of one before today.  Heck of a storm.


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It is miserably hot.  Just awful.  I don’t think it gets below 85 degrees, even at 2 in the morning.  My boys are active, and love going outside.  Right now, I hate taking them outside.  Mr. Bugs face gets all red in less than 5 minutes.  He’s dripping sweat from the moment he walks out the door.  Squeaker is smart, and stays in the shade of the car port.  The playground equipment across the street is too hot to play on, so we just stay in the yard.  We rarely stay out more than about 20 minutes.  Everyone gets a little ice cream as soon as we go back inside, and a nice cool bath.  Is summer over yet.

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I fed Mr. Bug a slice of jalapeno pepper. Yeah, bad idea.

Look, I knew he wouldn’t like it, but the reaction I got was so, so, so much worse than I imagined it would be.

It started much like you would expect. After following me around the kitchen insisting “Want bite! Want bite!” I finally caved and gave him a small piece, knowing he would hate it. He took a bite and started going, “ahhh, ahhh, yuck.” Then he threw it away and wandered into the living room. I thought we were done.

Then he comes back into the kitchen with whining a bit, and he’s scraping at his tongue with his hand. So I give him a glass of water. This does nothing to help, and now he’s full on crying, while practically gagging himself with his efforts to scrape the spicy taste off his tongue.

I now try giving him milk, again, to no avail. He’s getting hysterical; crying, coughing, gagging. I feel like the worst mother in the world.

I try to get him to drink more milk, while rocking him back and forth trying to calm him down. I wash his hands in case some of the oils are still on his hands, and making things worse. Between sobs he asks me for “nummies.” It’s been a while since he nursed, but I nurse him anyway, and it seems to calm him.

But when we’re done nursing, he starts crying again. I look online, and see a suggestion that lemon juice will cut the oils, and grab some out of the refrigerator. I squirt a ton of it into his mouth, and five minutes later, he’s fine, though still sniffling a bit. Thank you google.

Forty-five minutes after first giving him the pepper, and he’s finally calmed down. I sing him a few songs and tuck him into bed. I think he must have had a cut on his tongue, or a tooth coming in; some sort of open wound to cause that severe a reaction. It’s not like I gave him chilian death peppers, it’s just a jalapeno.

Well, live and learn.

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June 16, 2012 · 7:16 pm

Another day older

Another day older

Anonymous quote. But the picture is mine.

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June 11, 2012 · 6:40 pm


It’s been a big month for squeaker.  He’s now crawling, waving, clapping.  He can say hi and dada.  He has also finally gotten his first tooth.  Dada is said indiscriminately, and appears to mean “pick me up”.
In other news, you know you’re a mom when:   You accidentally dip your onion ring in the baby food instead of the dip.

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