Big and Strong

[JaniceM]

You did great! WAY better than me!

I remember one of my baby sisters swallowed something, or my mom thought (was convinced) she swallowed something, so over the course of days, mom went through every one of her dirty diapers wearing rubber gloves, to look for whatever it was that mom thought she swallowed. Nothing turned up.

With my own kids and even when I used to babysit, that's one thing I was always on top of, little things that could be swallowed. Used to worry sick about it. When I changed diapers, I always set the safety pins well out of reach of the child, and as for small toy and play things such as Lego building blocks, etc, I didn't allow my kids to play with that sort of thing until they were older.

I was always careful about small items, too, but didn't consider peas to be a threat.

Part of your post reminds me of a long-ago neighbor whose child swallowed a quarter. As the neighbor was into searching for coins and other metal with one of those metal-detector gadgets, that's how he found out the child actually did swallow it.

 

[Aunt Marg]

I was always careful about small items, too, but didn't consider peas to be a threat.

Part of your post reminds me of a long-ago neighbor whose child swallowed a quarter. As the neighbor was into searching for coins and other metal with one of those metal-detector gadgets, that's how he found out the child actually did swallow it.

ROFLMAO!

Janice, your post reminded me of something I remember as a young child. Remember at birthday parties, how the moms would bake a birthday cake and put loose change into the cake? I remember we were always told, careful when you eat, then you'd take a fork-full, and after a little sucking and licking, you'd pull out a quarter, or dime, or a nickel out of your mouth and put it into your pocket.

Those were the days.

 

[JaniceM]

ROFLMAO!

Janice, your post reminded me of something I remember as a young child. Remember at birthday parties, how the moms would bake a birthday cake and put loose change into the cake? I remember we were always told, careful when you eat, then you'd take a fork-full, and after a little sucking and licking, you'd pull out a quarter, or dime, or a nickel out of your mouth and put it into your pocket.

Those were the days.

Actually I've never heard of that. Maybe it's a Canadian tradition?
All I was familiar with were the King Cakes for Mardi Gras- making sure nobody accidentally swallowed the little plastic baby hidden inside.

 

[Aunt Marg]

Actually I've never heard of that. Maybe it's a Canadian tradition?
All I was familiar with were the King Cakes for Mardi Gras- making sure nobody accidentally swallowed the little plastic baby hidden inside.

Good question.

I thought for sure you would have been one that would have experienced the loose change thing in birthday cakes.

LOL, about the King Cakes!

 

[Pecos]

When one of mine was little- around 3 yrs old- he stuck a pea up his nose! THAT was a scary experience!!

My two younger brothers decided this would be a good idea and they used dried pinto beans which had started to swell by the time my mother discovered them. It took some real effort to get them out.

....... It does make a devil of a good story.

 

[Kayelle]

I weighed 10lb.11oz when I was born and although I wasn't fat child, I was never encouraged to eat more than I wanted because I looked so much older than I was.

Actually, it was disturbing because I was just a little kid who just appeared older.

I "developed" way too young too and that was really the pits ! By the time I was full grown (5'8") at about 14 yrs, people thought I was at least 17yrs.

My life began to be normal then and in my adulthood I've looked just my age I think.

That may have been TMI...In any case, no I never wanted to be "big and strong"
I sure should have eaten more carrots though......there's no way I would ever drive at night

 

[Kayelle]

I remember one of my sons sitting in his highchair at the supper table one evening, eating peas on his plate one at a time and seemingly enjoying them. Everyone cleared the table and I left dear son in his highchair while I started tiding up the kitchen.

When I seen dear son was done, I stood him up in his highchair, took a damp cloth to his hands and face, lifted him down from his highchair, and carried on with kitchen cleanup.

A couple of hours went by and it was time to get dear son ready for bed. Unbeknownst to me, dear son had filled his pants with peas! I swear for every pea he ate that night, he shoved two down the front of his diapers.

As rubber pants were being pulled down and off, out rolled green pea after green pea, and the peas that didn't survive the adventure had turned to mush and were stuck to the inside of the rubber pants! What a mess!

I just had to tell you Marge...I howled laughing over that! Bowmore came to read over my shoulder and it broke him up too. Thanks..we needed that!

 

[Aunt Marg]

I weighed 10lb.11oz when I was born and although I wasn't fat child, I was never encouraged to eat more than I wanted because I looked so much older than I was.

Actually, it was disturbing because I was just a little kid who just appeared older.

I "developed" way too young too and that was really the pits ! By the time I was full grown (5'8") at about 14 yrs, people thought I was at least 17yrs.

My life began to be normal then and in my adulthood I've looked just my age I think.

That may have been TMI...In any case, no I never wanted to be "big and strong"
I sure should have eaten more carrots though......there's no way I would ever drive at night

OMG, Kayelle... you were a BIG baby! Wow!

I remember my mom telling me that babies born anything over 8 lbs (back in the early 70's) was considered to be big.

 

[Aunt Marg]

I just had to tell you Marge...I howled laughing over that! Bowmore came to read over my shoulder and it broke him up too. Thanks..we needed that!

And that's what it's all about!

I can't tell you how many days I come here and get my laugh of the day, Kayelle! So good for the soul.

Hugs to you and Bowmore!

 

[Kayelle]

OMG, Kayelle... you were a BIG baby! Wow!

I remember my mom telling me that babies born anything over 8 lbs (back in the early 70's) was considered to be big.

My dainty little (over 40) Mama was told to expect twins. They had to knock her out, and when she saw only me, she thought my twin had died.
My Dad was a very big John Wayne type.
My own two sons were nearly 9 lbs. Not fun back in those days.
I always hated to be called "big boned". Petite was never me. The word "Petite" still gripes me to this day.

 

[Aunt Marg]

My little dainty little (over 40) Mama was told to expect twins. They had to knock her out, and when she saw only me, she thought my twin had died.
My Dad was a very big John Wayne type.
My own two sons were nearly 9 lbs. Not fun back in those days.
I always hated to be called "big boned". Petite was never me. The word "Petite" still gripes me to this day.

Oh my word, I know all about "big boned".

I've always been bigger, and big boned, too, taking after my mom who was the same. Myself, along with my sisters all sport pear-shaped figures, so petite never figured in around our house.

High 6's, mid to high 7's, and one low 8 lb with my own children, and while I would have to go into my baby photo album to check, I seem to remember I was 7 lbs, 1 ounce when born.

My mom smoked all through her pregnancies, which from everything I know and have been told, was the norm back in the day, and I recall mom telling me that all of us kids were equal to any others (newborn weight wise) she knew of where the mothers didn't smoke.

 

[Fyrefox]

I heard a variety of food nostrums during my growing-up years, including the classic admonition that certain foods would make me "big and strong" while others would "make my hair curly" or "put hair on my chest." There was also the one that fish were "brain food." I always wondered how that was so since fish are not generally regarded as intellectuals. I guess that was how people attempted genetic engineering back then...

Then, of course, there were the pitiful starving children, sometimes in Africa and at other times in China who would have loved to have had what was on my plate, smacking their lips as they ate it! I once suggested that my mother send it to them...

...that did not go over well!