Tuesday, June 5, 2012


True story, you can get a splinter out with baking soda. {Is there anything baking soda can't do?} I got a splinter in my foot at the park. Why a park would be covered with something (wood chips/saw dust/are those the same thing?) that can give you splinters is beyond me. But whatever. I'm the genius who ran onto it barefoot.

At first the splinter didn't hurt, so I figured it might come out on its own. I'm not sure if splinters actually do that. I'm not much of a splinter-getter. What do I know? But it didn't. And it got pretty painful the next day. I couldn't really get it out myself, as it was on the bottom of my foot, so I asked Cork to get it out.

Maggie sat on my lap while Cork tried to dig it out. And it sort of hurt. So I kept squealing and whining like the baby that I sometimes am. And Maggie laughed hysterically every single time I winced from the pain. Which made me laugh. It sort of made me think that about how that is pretty much my life with these kids. Even the bad times are never that bad when you have your sweet little family with you (helping you out, laughing at your pain, either way).

For any of you who are on the edge of your seat about the splinter, Cork got it out except for a tiny speck. And a thin paste of baking soda and water on a band-aid got that itty bitty splinter out by the next day. Thank you, Cork and Google.


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