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Bet you thought the title of this post was a toddler quote. ¬†Nope. ¬† It was me. ¬†Yesterday G did the first thing of her life that really grossed me out. ¬†Given that for all of her life so far she’s been a baby and a toddler, I think I can boast that I’m not that easily grossed out.

She is getting more and more autonomous and opinionated and able, and this is making life lively and challenging. ¬†She’s also waking up earlier from her afternoon naps, which, in conjunction with the milder weather, and the later sundown, means we have a chance to do something outside before her suppertime.

Yesterday we were in the conservatory fixing a bike, and I was reminded, by not being able to move without bumping into something, we have too many objects in there. ¬†One of these objects is a Graco Quattro stroller/buggy/”travel system”/thing, which is huge and which we haven’t used in months (kind of like the conservatory). ¬†It was great, with the carrycot, when G was too small to sit up. ¬†We used a lighter one when it became practical, and for various reasons, over time, we’ve fallen out of the habit of using a stroller at all.

This point was illuminated the other day, when I gave G a ride around the yard in the smaller stroller and she said “wheeee!” ¬†Yesterday she recognized the Graco as another rolling chair and insisted on a ride in that too. ¬†It really looks nice and cushy for a toddler, actually, and she was reluctant to get out. ¬†She kept closing the snack tray in front of her every time I swung it up to take her out.

It was all fun and games up until that point.

Brrrr.¬† I’m still getting the heebie-jeebies thinking about this.

I got G out of the buggy so I could take photos of it, in the hopes of selling it and regaining a large footprint of floorspace.  G puttered around gathering rocks and snail shells.

Finished with my photo session, I rolled the buggy back in next to where she sat, absorbed in probing around with a finger in one of her snail shells.

Then I noticed it wasn’t. ¬†Just. ¬†A shell.

What happened next is hopefully not that I’ve just given G an irrational aversion to the sight or feel of squished invertebrates. ¬†Because I have that irrational aversion and it’s not very useful. ¬†I asked her rather sternly to put the snail down. ¬†I struggled ridiculously to get that thing out of her hands without touching anything goopy (i.e. anything relevant) myself. ¬†She tried valiantly to evade my hands and manage one more squish. ¬†It is only amusing in retrospect.

I took the thing away, and then I washed her hands. ¬†A lot. ¬†And I think I probably said “eeeewwww” more than a level-headed parent would deem wise. ¬†As it turns out, snail guts are kind of sticky. ¬†Ordinary soap didn’t get the greenish chunks off, but Reinol scrubby soap did. ¬†G seemed bemused by the extra-thorough handwashing and stayed fairly chirpy throughout the process. ¬†She may have come through it unscathed.

When I showed F my pictures from the afternoon, he thought G looked pretty comfy in that big buggy and suggested we take her out in it this weekend. ¬†Looks as though we may be rationalizing some procrastination on decluttering the conservatory. ¬†It’s just as well I’d had that “duh” moment during my little photo shoot when I remembered one of the reasons we bought that model in the first place: it folds up really small!