Monday, March 28, 2011

In which my daughter ingests her first bug, and I am Thanking God for the little (and not so little) things

My bathroom is a place where crickets go to die. There is always at least one dead cricket on the floor- and generally more than one. It's partly because the bugs are insane at the moment and partly because we have one of those fan/heat/light things on the ceiling and at night when I'm in the bathroom I hear them jumping around up there trying to get to the light. Occasionally one will fall from the sky and land in my bath.

This morning I was drying my hair and Georgie was crawling around near my feet. I was keeping an eye on her because there was a dead cricket near the wall, (which I should have picked up, but... well, shoot, you know?) but then I got distracted because I had to duck outside to tell Chloe to "Stop Barking and Get Inside Right Now!" When I walked back into the bathroom I noticed Georgie chewing something and my eyes darted to the spot where the dead cricket had been. Alas, it was no longer there. I frantically raced to Georgie (who started giggling because Mummy was making a funny strangled whimpering kind of noise) and put my finger in her mouth to try to remove said cricket. But then Georgie swallowed and all I managed to retrieve was a lone cricket leg.

Oh well.

So far it hasn't repeated on us, and I'm hoping it's gone now. Right now I'm just reminding myself of John the baptist eating locusts in the desert. 


And today I am being grateful......

This morning I stepped on the scales to reveal a 1.8kg loss. *happy dance*

After I got out of the shower and realised I had no clean bras and nothing clean to wear, I remembered a bag that my Mother-in-law had given me yesterday containing some clothes we had left at her house when we were away, and viola! a bra and some shorts and a shirt appeared, all fresh and clean (I should leave clothes behind often!)

Today my husband is coming home for lunch. (Not a regular occurrence in this household and definitely something worth being grateful for) and I saw that the loaf of bread was almost finished, but then I remembered that I had made an extra loaf and it was sitting in the freezer for such a time as this.

This morning I rang a friend who has been having a tough time with a sick family and they seem to be doing better and we are hopefully catching up this afternoon.

Today my family is safe, and healthy (aside from what crickets may do to a baby's digestive system) it is a beautiful day, we have enough food to eat, and life is pretty good.


And I am not going to let myself get all worked up over a cricket and my worry over supposed bad mothering. Besides, aren't crickets a delicacy in some countries? Georgie's just getting a head start on exposing herself to cultural food experiences.


That's my story anyway and I'm sticking to it.

2 comments:

  1. Ewwwwww..........

    LOL. Crickets are nutritionally sound, right?

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  2. You have a little Cricket cemetery going on huh? Me too! But mine accumulate in the sky light in my kitchen :P

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