I was on the phone with my mom and the kids were going crazy so I couldn't hear...what do I do when that happens? The same thing every mom does...hide in the bathroom and finish up the conversation.
While I was in there, I heard Cohen on the other side of the door SCREAMING. I thought...that doesn't sound so good so we wrapped the conversation up a little quicker and I went out to see what was up. I checked his head, nothing. Checked his fingers, nothing. Checked his legs and toes, nothing. He is crying hysterically and I can't find anything wrong.
So I'm rocking him and trying to find something that might be causing all these tears....and then I saw it....and smelled it. He had gotten into the fridge and opened up and taste-tested a bottle of Tabasco sauce. Poor kid....nothing a good popsicle wouldn't help, though.
July 2015- Fun at Grandma and Grandpa's
5 years ago