Our little guy loves to eat the baby power. Since he has been spewing what appears to be battery acid, we have been using said baby powder each night as we get him ready for bed. And each night, Reed attacks the lid of the powder as if his very life depended upon it.
Tonight, Meredith gets him ready as I prep his bottle. So far, so good. When I came in, bottle in hand, Reed had just latched onto the baby powder bottle like a squid taking down a whale.
As I move in to swap out bottle for bottle, one of Reed’s seven teeth hooks the lip of the cap, which goes unnoticed by yours truly. One deft movement later, the baby powder bottle is up in the air and a cloud of that powder i s engulfing Meredith, Reed and I like BP is engulfing the… well…. the Gulf.
Powdered Reed pops up and starts to chew the powder in his mouth, attempting to avoid the hurried thrusts of his parent’s fingers, which are there to remove the gum-substitute.
We finally dust him off, having removed powder-blobs from his mouth. As we begin to take stock of the situation and begin the clean up, Reed once again, dives for his nemesis:
We looked up the dangers and all we can find is that prolonged exposure to the air-borne particles can impede lung function. We think we are all good.
Stay tuned for Reed’s next big adventure.
James Walton
May 23, 2010 at 11:53 am
yup, interstitial lung disease! That's also why they say to wear a mask when working with concrete!