My guy has a cure for a tummy ache.
For the last two days my two-year-old has said to me, “Mommy, tummy hurt” (and hurt is said with a British accent, which is quite amusing considering we aren’t British).
“Want cookie.”
So apparently the cure for an aching tummy is to eat cookies.
Sound like a fantastic idea.
Showing posts with label two-year-old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label two-year-old. Show all posts
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, August 20, 2010
Blog Warning
I heard a story on the radio this morning that makes me sick.
I am writing about in hopes it will ease the pressure on my heart and allow me to put it aside.
A Toronto two-year-old, who was left inside a SUV in Houston, Texas, for two hours, has died.
The inside temperature of the car reached 50 C (122 F).
The radio report I heard said the toddler’s older sibling was having a seizure, which is why the child was left in the car parked outside a relative’s house.
Initial reports, which I have been reading, didn’t have that information but said the child was forgotten in the confusion of unloading the car from a shopping trip.
Please do not think I am judging because I certainly am not. I understand things get busy and people get distracted. I also understand that is easy to think your spouse is dealing with one child, while you deal with the other.
I guess this awful, tragic and incredibly sad story is a reminder to never let your guard down.
For me it was so hard to continue to drive to work. I wanted to race back to my son, scoop him up and hug him tight.
I am writing about in hopes it will ease the pressure on my heart and allow me to put it aside.
A Toronto two-year-old, who was left inside a SUV in Houston, Texas, for two hours, has died.
The inside temperature of the car reached 50 C (122 F).
The radio report I heard said the toddler’s older sibling was having a seizure, which is why the child was left in the car parked outside a relative’s house.
Initial reports, which I have been reading, didn’t have that information but said the child was forgotten in the confusion of unloading the car from a shopping trip.
Please do not think I am judging because I certainly am not. I understand things get busy and people get distracted. I also understand that is easy to think your spouse is dealing with one child, while you deal with the other.
I guess this awful, tragic and incredibly sad story is a reminder to never let your guard down.
For me it was so hard to continue to drive to work. I wanted to race back to my son, scoop him up and hug him tight.
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