How To Get A Bead Out Of Your Child’s Nose

With a title like that, I suppose I need explain very little.

But to set the scene: Mica came running to me one evening recently, crying. After only a couple of red herrings she managed to communicate that she had something in her nose, and was not happy about the fact.

She led me to a scene of destruction from earlier that day, where she’d spent long happy minutes cutting apart a cheap Mardi Gras necklace into individual beads. These beads, so round and blue and temptingly-sized, had apparently called to her, reaching deep into her toddler heart to whisper an irresistible siren call: “Put me in your nose.

To be fair, I’d heard of children putting things in their noses and ears — Google seems to think it happens a lot, based on its search results — but we’d made it through two toddlers without an incident. I suppose I was hoping that we’d just luck out. But fate had other plans, and Mica broke our winning streak.

We spent much of the evening trying to remove the bead ourselves. Asking her to blow her nose failed; she’s terrible at it. She didn’t want us trying to push it down from the outside; that seemed to hurt. And she was really, really not ok with someone trying to reach into her nose with, say, tweezers. After trying everything we could think of, including making a stab at it when she was asleep (hint: noses are still sensitive even in sleep), I resigned myself to the doctor next morning.

Our regular doctor had no more luck than we had, and sent us to an ear-nose-and-throat specialist. After all the work and trauma, I was therefore astonished by the solution that actually worked for us. The doctor had us lean Mica back; she closed the other side of Mica’s nose; and she had me blow into her mouth, as though I was giving her mouth-to-mouth and wasn’t in the mood to be patient about it. Out that bead popped like a pellet from a gun.

Apparently this doesn’t always work — it’s most successful with smooth, round objects that are not too deep. But man, I wish I’d known that method before I spent all morning at doctor offices.

And I really, really hope this impressed on Mica the need to not put things in orifices.

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Quiet At Home

This year, for the first time in my life, I did not do Thanksgiving at my Dad’s house.

We have been sick, with a long, lingering, unpleasant illness. To be fair, it wasn’t nearly so long or lingering for the kids; they recovered within a week. Dave and I are clearly neither so young nor so resilient. When we hit Wednesday and still felt about as terrible as we had for the last five days, I knew it was time to call it.

Which is too bad but better than going to Dad’s house, being miserable all weekend, and leaving the illness behind with them so they could be miserable for weeks as well. Such is life.

thanksgiving

In an effort to make some kind of Thanksgiving-ish gesture, I hit the store yesterday morning. I was hoping for a chunk of turkey to cook, but no luck; instead we had a festive pork loin, baked with apples and rosemary and a scattering of cranberries. For dessert I made Crazy Cake, the simplest chocolate cake ever devised, with fall leaf sprinkles on top. I won’t say it’s a typical Thanksgiving feast, but it was easy and different and still gave me time to lie down with Mica for a while midday.

cake

Mica joined into the low-key festivity by asking to wear a dress, and Dave carbonated some of our homemade apple cider for a special treat. And that’s about it.

Donkey

We recently hosted my friend Shelly for a visit, in the course of which we worked out that we’d been friends for thirty years. Since in the deep recesses of my mind I’m still only twenty-two, this is a bit of a mind-bender.

One of the reasons she came down was to visit a horse ranch, which turned out to be just a short drive from our house. The Wild Horse Mountain Ranch specializes in rescuing mustangs, and in working with clients with special needs. We had a chance to meet and pet a very good-tempered stallion, whom Shelly spent some time grooming while my kids played in the sand of the arena.

donkey

We also met a miniature donkey, a gentle fellow about waist-high to Ryan, and my kids helped groom him a bit. I watched my boys carefully for any obvious interest in horseback riding; my casual queries about lessons have turned up only lukewarm interest. But although they liked interacting with the horses, neither of them got stars in their eyes at the prospect of riding. Yet.

Trick-or-Treating

Halloween has been much anticipated this year by everyone in the house (or at least those under 30). Nathan and Ryan, old pros at this holiday, of course had the memory of previous sugar binges to spur them on. But I was surprised to discover that Mica also seemed familiar with the major customs — surprised, that is, until I discovered that she’d seen a YouTube video that explained it all. Her knowledge wasn’t perfect — when we left the house for trick-or-treating she was still talking about going out to “buy” candy — but she knew candy was involved and oh boy was she excited about it.

costumes

I completely relinquished any vision of myself as a costume-making mother this year, and just took the kids to Value Village to buy costumes. Ryan chose a ninja outfit and looked awesome. Nathan chose a grim reaper but decided at the last minute to forego the mask and hands and instead made himself a hybrid of the reaper, a character called Sans, and a superhero. As for Mica, she didn’t seem too interested in any of the small child costumes, so I instead suggested some wings and a wand so she could be a fairy.

She was thrilled about the wings until I had to tell her that these were pretend wings, not the kind that would actually let you fly, and then she was less thrilled. But she went along with it. Being a pretend fairy wasn’t nearly as good as being a real one, but if it was the best her mother could do for her, she seemed willing to suffer through.

And it was worth it. All their costumes were well-received, and candy was forthcoming. Mica, whose sense of boundaries is still two years old, had the extra bonus of occasionally spotting a dog in the house, and several times invited herself inside to pet a new friend. It’s hard to refuse anything to a two-year-old fairy.