Nothing like cleaning up dog vomit early in the morning. Poe's third favorite chewing toy is my earplugs. Back when Dave's daughter was living with us, I took to wearing earplugs at night to block out the incessant pounding of what she liked to call music. I have been dependent on them ever since to block out the ambient nighttime noises (Dave’s snoring). When Vaughn was born, my sister-in-law told me that would be the end of earplug wearing, but frankly, with Vaughn sleeping in our room for the first 4-5 years of his life, I relied on them like never before. Unfortunately, I soon discovered they had their limitations, especially when it came to maternal superhearing. They actually seem to amplify any noise emanating from one’s child.
As to the dog, if she chokes and dies on one of these earplugs, I will chalk it up to natural selection. The only being in this household that has a more particular palate than Vaughn is Poe, so if her peculiar tastes cause her to turn her nose up at all things vegetable (and peanut butter and grain products) but cling to earwax, so be it.
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