1-800-222-1222

Yep, some of you may recognize that as the number to poison control.

I got to make my first call there yesterday. I was at the computer when I heard a strange sucking/slurping sound. I turned around to see Elias happily sucking away at a tube of Elidel (Natasha's non-steroidal ezcema cream). I don't know how he got it, but that doesn't really matter. Poison control just had me wipe his mouth out--it was a used sample tube that was still at least half full, so he probably didn't even ingest any. They even called back later to make sure he was doing fine which he was.

Heads, shoulders, kneeballs and toes...

Natasha was in the bath last night and said, "I'm going to wash my kneeballs."

I guess they are kind of round like balls. I got to thinking how life might change if we adopted this new word.

"Heads, shoulders, kneeballs, toes, kneeballs toes." Come on sing along!

"I just knew he was going to propose...He got real quiet, fumbled around in his jacket pocket, got down on one kneeball and said those magic words..."

"Yeah, my dad has to have kneeball replacement surgery. I hope we can play a game of catch once he's recovered...maybe we can use his old kneeball."