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April 09, 2008

A Dickensonian tale of Motherhood

Our house was built in 1955 and still has some of the "features" of that time. No, not the great old stoves people had in those days, or an ironing board in the wall in the kitchen, but a good old wall heater. It actually does a bangin' job of heating our 1090 sg ft castle and doubles as a after bath dryer for the kids. Lauren laughed and said how Dickensian of us to have a heater and little ragamuffins standing around it getting warm. Well I guess Dickens wouldn't have had a heater...whatever.

Anyway, they like to stand there in their towels and heat up a bit before putting their jammies on and going to bed. Last night my peanut had the brilliant idea of standing in front of the heater sans towel and got a little too close, burning her bum. Since she was a little wet still the one second contact with the heater left a nifty 3 inch circle burn. Owwie! As a result she got to spend the evening sitting on an ice pack and watching princess movies. Now there is a little red circle that will likely go away in a day or two, but in the meantime will be a joy to explain to the day care at the gym.

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Can I still be in the running for mother of the year?

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"Please sir, may I have an icepack?" She's still the cutest little ragamuffin ever!

Ahh Mother of the Year. My dreams of that went out the window with Frankie yelling out the window while I brushed her waist legnth hair 'STOP HURTING ME ON PURPOSE'.

OUCH!

When I was younger, my little sis and I shared a room. We only had 1 bathroom (6 people), so we had to fix hair, etc in our rooms. Well, one Sunday morning, I had plugged in my curling Iron, and left it on the floor. Sis came out of the shower, laid her towel down, and sat, not on the towel, but on the curling iron! She had this blister on her bum! It was awful! So, no sister of the year for me! We also had a heater like that-loved it!

I'm pretty sure, I and both daughters have lived to tell the tale of burns on the wall heater. I think it is a rite of passage here in the Golden State. We used to dry our towels on a chair in front of said heater and since ours had a little part that was on the floor as well we could get a little warmth in the nether regions to boot. I won't go on.

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