I had just put Ana down for her morning nap, sat down at the computer to check my email when I heard her crying. Not I-wanna-get-out-of-bed cry but an I-just-hurt-myself cry. So I ran up the stairs, imagining she finally realized how to get out of her crib and picturing her sprawled out on her bedroom floor. Instead she was sitting in her crib, face streaked with tears, holding open her mouth. She instantly stopped crying as I swept my finger across her tongue and found a tiny unidentifiable glob.
Me: Ana, what is this?
Ana: It just food.
Me: Food? Where did you get food?
Ana: Um…in da ki’chen.
Me: You were eating food? From the kitchen?
Ana: From the kitchen dow’ stairs!
Me: But you were crying. Did you get hurt?
Ana: Um…I ok.
Me: Ok, then would you like to go ni-night now?
Ana: Um…yeah…EYEBALL!
And she promtly proceeded to poke me in the eye with her finger. Such is life with a toddler.
Too funny. They’re still pretty cute at that age. 😉
She poked at your eye because it was probably bulging and extra large with your fright from her painful crying and fear of what was in her mouth. Oh the joys of being a parent, it’s only beginning, trust me!! Sounds like she shall be following in your adventurous foot steps, as far as her no fear and daring to climb and do just about anything, even if she’s not big enough to do so 🙂 Love, Mom/Nana