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August 09, 2005

Pea-Picking

When I was being an evil child, my mom used to tell me that she hoped that I would someday have ___ number of children who acted just like me. The number fluctuated depending on the magnitude of my sin. For not cleaning my room, it was 2, maybe 3. Mouthing off, somewhere around a 6. Getting my 1980 Ford Mustang stuck in the mud at cemetary after dark with my two gay boyfriends and being brought home by the cops, 17 kids.

So far Mom's threats have backfired because A) I'm almost 33 years old and have only one kid, and B) that kid is perfect.

Until today.

This afternoon I made Clara "Good and Light" Jane a lunch of all-natural peanut butter on preservative-free whole-grain bread with an organic banana, hormone- and antibiotic-free milk and organic freeze-dried peas. See? That's why she acts so much better than I ever did. It's because she eats a varied diet of good, healthy natural foods, while I subsisted on a diet of Velveeta and Kool-Aid with Sweetn'low.

Anyway, she devoured her sandwich and banana, then turned her attention to the peas. They're crunchy little nuggets, easily pulverized to dust by a single press of a toddler's finger, but most days, like today, she's perfectly happy to eat them.

Or so I thought.

I turned my back for a minute. Maybe two minutes, tops. When I looked back, Clara Jane had finished her peas and was smiling a huge, happy grin at me.

But her nose ... why are her nostrils green? And round?

Like two perfectly-fitted decorative orbs, a dried pea perched just inside each of my child's nostrils. I swear, the kid knew when I made this realization, because she started laughing like a loon.

Great Mom, I thought. This is where it begins. This is payback for that time when I was about 18 months old and filled my nose with peas and fried potatoes. What's next? The living room furniture covered with powder?

With the slightly-long fingernail of my pinky, I easily popped the pea out of her right nostril and her laughing stopped. By the time I popped the pea out of the left one, Clara Jane had moved into a full-on panicked wail completely with flailing arms fighting to keep me away.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you that upset about losing your peas? Geez. We're having Mexican food tonight. You'll be able to shove pinto beans up your nose soon enough. Chill."

It was then that she threw her head back in rage and I saw it. My child, she has turned her nose into a pea-loaded Pez dispenser. In the depths of each nostril, way up by the bridge of her little pug nose, I could see two more peas.

I went left, taking the back of her head in one hand while I tried to get my pinky up her left nostril, doing battle with the waving, shoving toddler arms all the while. Seems it was at this point that Clara Jane decided that she's not fond of having things shoved up her nose. Regardless, I managed to extract Pea #3.

I took her out of her high chair and tried to hold her face-down in hopes that gravity, along with the snot that accompanies panicked crying jags, would help things move along. She fought to sit upright. When I did manage to get my finger up her nose - I HAD MY FINGER UP ANOTHER HUMAN BEING'S NOSE, PEOPLE!!! - I made a terrible discovery: because of the volume of wet crying snot behind the remaining pea, it was rehydrating and expanding.

I grabbed the phone and called my mom to see what she did in this situation. Of course, I got no answer. I'm pretty sure her Mother ESP had informed her of my peril and she was sitting at home, listening to the phone ring and laughing.

Not knowing what else to do, I carried Clara Jane, who by now was about three miles past hysterical and had entered the realm of the shrieking trembles, across the kitchen. I'm not sure where I was going. To the bathroom to get the tweezers? To the closet to get the vaccum cleaner? I don't know. But it doesn't matter because she gave a giant honking snort, shooting the snot-drenched pea out her nose to the floor, where I promptly stepped on it with my bare foot.

After the whole ordeal was over, I did manage to get in touch with my mom. When I did the pea-shoving trick, she was getting me dressed to take me to the hospital when I sneezed a snoutful peas and fried potatoes all over her.

Today, I have passed my snotty pea-sneezed torch to the next generation. And for that, I fear for my future.

Posted by Robin at August 9, 2005 05:32 PM

Comments

I shoved rocks, lots of little rocks up my noise when I was 4. Had to go to Dr. Goats, big scary man to get them out. My kids so far have spared me the pay back.

I have to say how impressed I am that you knew what you were having for dinner at lunch time. You are a hero I never aspire to in the summer. It's 5:20 and I still don't know what we are having for dinner.

Posted by: Lisa V at August 9, 2005 06:23 PM

I guess I have to delurk for this...
My 2 year old daughter shoved a pony bead up her nose. Oh she thought it was funny when she did it, then we realized it was stuck and no amount of blowing was going to get it out because hey! pony beads have holes that air flows through!

We had to take her to the pediatrician's office and oh did they laugh at us, every dr and intern there had to come in and laugh at us. She will never do that again (mostly because she will never ever see another pony bead).

Posted by: ivy at August 9, 2005 06:39 PM

how i laughed at this one!
i don't have kids...but i do have an object-up-nose story as well.
me at two years, in love with raisens...so much so that i stuck one up my nose. whilst at the doc's office, one sneeze took care of that raisen.
good memories.
heh.

Posted by: annika at August 9, 2005 06:56 PM

Food up the nose? Been there, done that.

For me it was a peanut up the nose when I was 3.

Trip to doctor? Check.

Much laughing when told about this as an adult? Check.

Payback coming my way when I have kids? Most definitely check.

Posted by: Jenny at August 9, 2005 07:04 PM

My brother came home from school once and told us that a kid had shoved a crayon up his nose. As he had no crayon sticking out of his nose, we all made sympathetic noises and moved on.
After two more times of telling the story and our sympathy beginning to wane, he looked at me and said with the most pitiful voice I've ever heard "Can someone please get it out?"
We had to take him to the ER to have the quarter inch of orange crayon removed from all the way back in his nose.
Still makes me laugh. 'Cause I'm cruel.

Posted by: Jack's Raging Mommy at August 9, 2005 10:09 PM

so, apparently i never shoved anything up my nose as a kid.
damn, i don't have any good stories.

Posted by: kara at August 9, 2005 11:45 PM

I also never stuck anything up my nose, (that I remember) but my brother got his potty chair stuck on his head and the fire department had to come and cut it off. I have the newspaper clipping to prove it...and I showed it to all his girlfriends. What are little sisters for?

Posted by: Miz at August 10, 2005 12:57 AM

My mother was a peds nurse for several years, and she always tells this story:

A mother kept calling, complaining that her daughter had bad breath. Mom kept saying, 'Well, brush her teeth.' The lady was all, 'I HAVE.' She called for weeks, and tried everything Mom suggested. Mom was getting tired of dealing with her, so finally scheduled the child for an appointment with the pediatrician.

Mom was the attending nurse, and it was discovered that there was something up the little girl's nose. What was it? A piece of sponge. It had been up there long enough that it started to rot, and had given the little girl an infection. Mom said the child REEKED, and now understood why the mother would call in tears because her daughter smelled so bad she couldn't bear to be near her. She also said that it got worse when the sponge was removed and that they couldn't use the exam room for like two days because the smell was so bad.

So, I guess, peas: it could have been worse. ;)

Posted by: beege at August 10, 2005 08:26 AM

my god, that had me cracking up. I would FREAK out if my kid had shit stuck up their nose (I have no kids yet, but I have a feeling this is inevitable - the nose bit that is). I don't remember anything being stuck in my nose but I do remember sneezing a mouthful of oatmeal on my sister's face....it was an accident, I SWEAR!!! But man, did I get it.

Posted by: carrster at August 10, 2005 10:48 AM

BWAHAHAHA!

I'm sorry but that was hysterical.

Posted by: Liz at August 10, 2005 12:20 PM

mine was a jelly ring..like the bracelets. Careful those things can go high if you breath in too hard.

Posted by: mindy at August 10, 2005 12:22 PM

Okay, I have to delurk. My 18 month old stuck one of those little weedy flowers up her nose. She came and showed it to me, and trying to get it out got it stuck up there even more.

I called the advice nurse who had the nerve to laugh and reassure me (1st time mom) that it would not sprout and grow a flower out of her nose. She told me because it's such a soft thing that she'd probably sneeze it out, but if she doesn't, observe her for the next few days and make sure it doesn't get infected.

She did indeed sneeze it out, but I was a wreck...

Posted by: Tessa at August 10, 2005 04:05 PM

that's my girl.

Posted by: PKB at August 10, 2005 04:05 PM

Oh man! Beege! The sponge! I'm so freaked out by that story!

I think of all the things that kids shove up their noses, peas would have to be one of the better choices. They're soft and should worse come to worse you could press her nose together and crush the pea and then have her blow it out.

Peanuts and rocks and the like have got to be a nightmare.

I just love that Clara Jane!

Posted by: DixiePeach at August 10, 2005 04:33 PM

Wait 'til she starts putting Matchbox cars up her ass and asking you to take her in for an X-Ray.

Posted by: Wendy at August 10, 2005 09:08 PM

wendy, tell me that is just an idea you made up. :-) and mark and i were just saying that it seems that some kids at the shoving things up their nose's types and some are not. charlotte is more the putting everything in her mouth type. still.

Posted by: jenB at August 10, 2005 11:09 PM

Jen, I take it you haven't seen "Jackass: The Movie".

Posted by: Poppy at August 10, 2005 11:19 PM

nope, im a jackass virgin.

Posted by: jenB at August 11, 2005 08:40 PM

There's a delightful scene where one of the guys, with the assistance of a big tube of KY, inserted a Matchbox car up his ass. Then, he went to a doctor, claimed that he had gotten really drunk at a party and was feeling some discomfort. The doctor did X-rays and the guy gave the kind of reaction you'd expect if you discovered that, unbeknownst to you, someone had inserted a Matchbox car up your ass.

Stellar entertainment. My mom loves it.

Posted by: Poppy at August 11, 2005 09:13 PM

oh, you got lucky, didn't have to go to the hospital to get it all the peas out! I think all kids do something like that at some time. hasn't happened to me YET :)

Posted by: Kira at August 12, 2005 07:33 AM