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I’m sure most of you have seen that picture floating around on Facebook and Pinterest. Props to whoever created that viral image – they hit the nail on the head.
The other night, Glenn and I were in the living room. The TV was on, I was surfing Pinterest, he was reading a book, Zoey was playing (loudly) in her bedroom. Usually she plays (loudly) while singing to herself, so there isn’t any suspicion. Suddenly, we both realized that it had gone quiet back in her room. We looked at each other and called out to her. No answer. I got up and walked back to her room, only to be greeted by the strong aroma of vinegar and a huge smile on her sweet little face.
“Mommy, I wash my face!”
“You washed your face? With wha—oh…”
Not sure how she got her hands on it, but she was “washing her face” with my homemade vinegar spray cleaner. Her bedroom smelled like a giant pickle. So did she. Now, the good thing is I only use my own cleaning supplies. What she was playing with wasn’t highly toxic. The spray is 50% water, 50% distilled white vinegar and a couple drops of Dawn. It wouldn’t have tasted very good, but it wouldn’t have killed her.
This parenting gaffe reminded me that making my own cleaning supplies is a wise decision. It isn’t just the “in” thing going on right now, it isn’t just about saving the environment from harmful chemicals. It’s about protecting my family. I have no idea how she got a hold of the spray; obviously I goofed and left it on the bathroom counter within reach. Any parent could have easily done it in a hurry. But thank goodness it was my own and not something highly toxic, like bleach (which we do not use, by the way).
She’s still my little Peach and always will be, but for now she has graduated to “Gherkin.”
It’s funny how when she was in the womb I always referred to her by the food-size she was according to TheBump.com, and now that she is outside the womb she carries various food-related nick names.
Oh, what a pickle.