Look at my Lipstick

I was sitting on the sofa and feeding Annabelle. Julia was behind me in her play area drawing. She was playing quietly, and suddenly, she announced, "Look at my lipstick!" Uh-oh.

I washed her face during bath tonight, but there's still quite a bit of blue on her face.

Hello, Poison Control

Yesterday evening, as I got ready for book club, I tried to keep one eye on Julia and one eye on the mirror as I combed my hair and applied make-up. She was opening R's drawers in the bathroom. She typically takes the items out one at a time and places them on the step to the tub. I looked away for approximately two seconds, and when I looked back - to my horror - she had taken the cap off of R's deodorant and was tasting it. (!!!)

Her inquisitive expression quickly turned to a grimace, and she made it very clear she wanted that stuff off of her tongue. I didn't think she had ingested any until I heard a bit of burbling and gurgling. I took her straight to the toilet, and she experienced an unfortunate milestone: her first vomit. Surprisingly, she and I were both pretty calm during the incident. I took her downstairs and called Poison Control. (They are so nice and helpful! I programmed the number into my phone.) The woman at Poison Control said she was in no danger, but it likely tasted REALLY BAD. I gave Julia some water and a little while later, her dinner. She went back to being her normal, happy self. Unfazed.

Her breath still smelled a little like Brut.

It's time to take the babyproofing to the next level.