Day three-Maybel and Stella had a head on collision
Maybel felt awful about it
Stella didn't hold a grudge
Later that day, we took walk and Maybel was very thirsty when we returned. She ran to the bathroom and before I could stop her, she drank toilet water. You see, I had poured comet into the toilet and I was going to clean during Stella's nap time. I made my first call to Georgia Poison Control and they were very nice. And they sounded a lot like Texas Poison Control.
"How much did she ingest, ma'am?"
"I don't know...maybe four or five of gulps?"
"How much does she weigh?"
"50 pounds"
"How old is she?"
"Five." Could we get to the life saving or emergency vet call if necessary??!?
"Was the comet in powder form, ma'am?"
"Yes, but she didn't get it from the bottle. It was in the toilet."
"Is she having trouble swallowing?"
"No, I don't think so. " How would I know that?
"Have her drink a lot of water and monitor her. If she has trouble swallowing or looks as if she is having a seizure, call the vet immediately. Comet is a corrosive agent and could cause some stomach and esophogeal irritation. Can I help you with anything else today?"
"No." Seizures?!?! Stomach and esophogeal irritation?
"May I get your name and contact information?"
"Sure...."
Well, the next day we got the results of comet poisoning. Five poops in a matter of thirty minutes. Yes, five poops. In the apartment, on the balcony, outside, etc.
Wednesday and Thursday were pretty uneventful-except for Stella getting her fingers caught in the elevator door of our apartment and a trip to the park.
Friday, the movers arrived. After they packed our tiny apartment full of so many boxes that we couldn't see the windows, they left to take the rest of it to storage. They were following Josh and I was going to start unpacking boxes while Stella napped. Not even fifteen minutes after Josh left, my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Amy-you need to come pick me up."
"What happened?"
"I got pulled over for my registration being expired."
"O.k."
"He is having my car towed. I need you to come and pick me up."
What a jerk. The cop, not Josh. He told him the situation and he still towed his car! So, Josh spent the rest of the day helping the movers fit the rest of a three bedroom house into a 10x10 storage space. Meanwhile, I am unloading boxes and marking others for storage. Josh broke the news to me that there was no room in storage and I lost it. So now we have boxes stored in our closets and our dining area looks like a warehouse. This is no place for a toddler. I'll post pics when I get them. It's crazy. I am ready for a house!!
We had a "Welcome to Atlanta" party at Lisa and Andrew's house yesterday. They invited some of their friends and Lisa's parents. They grilled veggies, shrimp, fish, chicken and wonderful desserts and appetizers. It was so sweet of them to welcome us and we really needed to get out of our apartment. Stella quickly showed eveyone how accident prone she is by falling countless times and attempting to get another black eye when she fell off on ottoman. Thankfully, it is only red today. I told Josh I would not leave the house with a child with two black eyes. One is bad enough. You can't explain away TWO! She is wearing pants today to cover her scabby knees. Poor baby!
Josh can't get his car out of the impound lot without proof of registration. Texas will only mail it-no faxing. Now he has to find the sheet that proves registration in Texas today and get a Georgia driver's licence to get it registered here. Then, he has to go to city hall to get a release from the police department to take to the impound lot before they will let him get his car and pay for 4 days of storage. I am beginning to think that Atlanta doesn't like us.
Our dining room....isn't lovely? I can't wait to find a house.
At least we can take short walk and sit in the swing. It's lovely in the afternoon.
Found the little monkey sitting on the table (yes, the dining room table) eating a banana. And you wonder why she's bruised and banged up?!?! The problem with this is I am saying "No, no Stella-we don't climb on the table...hold still, Mommy's trying to get a picture." Before you guys point fingers-all of you have done it, too! I've seen some of your pictures.
Chloe and Charity-friends from home. Every time we leave the house, Stella yells "Cho-eeee! Pay-ton!" I have to tell her we are not going to see them. I'll be kind of sad when she stops saying it, though-because it makes me think of them every day.
Payton (and Kristi was behind her)
