Mr. Poison Control


My son, as he progressed from being a toddler to being in preschool, decided that he would drive his father crazy.  He was greatly influenced by his sister, who was almost 2 years older, and would pretty much do what she said.  One day when I was at work and their dad was “babysitting” (why is it when the mom has them she is raising them, but when the dad has them he is “babysitting”), the two of them were supposed to be in their rooms playing.  He went to check on them, and found them in the bathroom.  They had pushed a stool up the sink and proceeded to climb up and peruse through the medicine cabinet.  They knew just what they were looking for, because somehow they had spied the baby aspirin, and somehow had gotten the lid off.  Of course Stephanie ratted Ricky out immediately when their dad entered the room, and after noticing the open bottle he realized some of the pills were missing.  Steph repeatedly denied taking any pills, and when Rick was questioned he responded “Well daddy, I had a feber!”  Yes, it was a feber, with a “b”, not a fever with a “v”…..this then led to the frantic call to poison control and the decision that he probably didn’t get enough to be fatal, but a quick trip to the doctor was recommended.

    Probably 6 months later he came to talk to his dad, who was again “babysitting’ and his breath smelled like perfume.  After much denying that he had done anything wrong, it was discovered that he had in fact gone to the bedroom, somehow gotten up to reach on the dresser, and had taken a good swig out  of a bottle of my  Bird of Paradise perfume.  First off…for those who can remember the smell of Bird of Paradise, it was truly  appalling.  I had it because it was a gift, and was in a cute decorative bottle. We were young parents without extra money for chotchkies, which according to the urban dictionary means “a small piece of worthless crap”, so this perfume bottle was a beautiful accent piece to our dresser.  How in the world this child got that uncorked bottle to his nose, and then actually drank any is besides me.  I guess it’s true when they say there is no accounting for taste 🙂  At this point there was a pattern beginning to start and action needed to be taken.  Once again another call to poison control, which led to another hurried doctors appointment, and it was decided that maybe stiffer consequences needed to be taken to avoid this happening again.  We had lucked out twice, but the next time it could be fatal, since clearly he would eat or drink anything, regardless of the smell.  He was then given some Ipecac, which is given to make someone throw up after they have ingested something they shouldn’t have.  Now, this 4-year-old had no idea what was going to happen, and he happily drank the syrupy liquid in the doctor’s office.  Within a few minutes the hurling began, he spewed on the floor of the exam room, the waiting room, the floor and seat of the car, the pharmacy floor, and then for good measure he hit my back steps and kitchen throw rug.  I will have to say, he never ate or drank anything again unless he knew it was safe.  My Mr. Poison Control had finally learned his lesson ♥


Pumpkin Sheet Cake

4 large eggs

1 2/3 cup sugar

1 cup oil

15 oz pumpkin puree

2 tsp vanilla

1 tsp salt

1 tsp baking soda

2 tsp. baking powder

2 tsp cinnamon

2 cups flour

Mix eggs, sugar and oil together.

Add in pumpkin puree.

Mix in dry ingredients.

Pour into sheet cake pan that has been sprayed with Pam (or brand you like)

Bake 350 degrees for 24 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.



3/4 cup butter softened

6 oz cream cheese softened

1 tsp vanilla

3 cups powdered sugar.

Combine and beat until smooth. Spread over cooled cake.


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