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Seth was becoming quite the hair farmer so we gave him a buzz tonite. The pre-picture is on the left. If you click ‘read more’ you can see the results.

Seth is also really into “helping” lately. He can’t speak very well – I’m not sure he thinks it’s worth the effort with two doting sisters and a mom who’s whipped, but he does have a pretty consistent word for “help” that sounds something like “hayp”. He yells “hayp” after getting his diaper changed so we usually hand him the offending bundle and he trots over and leaves it in the garbage. He’s branching out — lately he likes to hayp vacuum and carry in groceries from the car. Seth’s “hayp” tonite was a whole adventure unto itself…

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So tonite, Susie and I were cleaning up after our basement rearrangement activity yesterday. Susie was using Windex to dust off the now-mostly-functional TV (thanks Dad!). As the photo on the right shows, most of the action with a Windex bottle is happening out the front nozzle. Seth decided to go in for a closer view and ended up spraying Windex right in his eyes.

He screamed and it freaked us mostly out. It only mostly freaked us out because Seth has already sampled other toxic substances. We know, therefore, that the very kind people at Maryland Poison Control will tell you how to fix your child. You just give them the brand name and they give you the remedy.

In our case, the remedy was almost worse than the poison. I told “Mike” that we had rinsed his eyes already, but Seth was so freaked out by it that we stopped. Mike advised us to do it for 3-5 minutes. So we marched him upstairs and proceeded to run water thru his eyes, just like Mike said. Seth was terrified and it was horrific to have to hold him down while he screamed. He was so scared, however, that he held his eyes open the whole time. This made it easier to rinse them so we cut him some slack and stopped after about two minutes. He then laid in my arms for 45 minutes just trying to get over the whole thing (see photo on left). We had told Seth that we were just going to wash his hair, so I’m fairly sure that Seth will never trust us again. But then again, he probably will never become a hairdresser either. Every cloud has a silver lining.

As for Poison Control, I love them. They ask for your name and number and that worried me a bit. I think as a parent you always feel a bit guilty when your kid inadvertently poisons himself. I’m not sure if “Mike” wanted my name in case I panicked and he had to calm me down, as in “It’s okay J.B., everything will be alright”, or if it was for calling Child Protective Services, as in “J.B. Jones lets his child eat soap and spray Windex in his eyes”. Just in case it’s the latter, don’t be surprised if we don’t answer our phone or door for the next few days.

(Left: Seth the hair farmer; Right: post-haircut, pre-Poison Control)