Phew. I’m back.
I was finishing up a draft of my dissertation proposal. Let me tell you, having a baby in the house and studying lead are not a good combination. I know, it’s theoretically good to know how to prevent the baby from being exposed to the lead, but it isn’t working for me. I don’t know how much you know about lead, but it doesn’t matter how much you know because I will tell you anyway. Here it is:
1) It damages the brains of the wee bairns
2) It’s EVERYWHERE
Many of mine and Aaron’s conversations about Dylan consequently go like this:
Aaron: Do we care that she’s chewing on the blinds?
Me: No, she seems happy.
***Three minutes later***
Me: Unless the blinds were manufactured before 1996 and imported from Mexico or China because then THEY ARE FULL OF LEAD GET THEM AWAY FROM HER.
It can also be in the dirt, so suddenly we’re cleaning the house a lot more often and more thoroughly than usual. Ugh.
Coming attraction: our journey to Chicago
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Testing, testing to see if I can post. Mummy P
Testing to see if I can use my real name. I tried Mother Potter, and it sent me back here as Mummy Potter. But at least my last post worked and now you won't miss any of my precious comments.
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