From babies with chicken bones to grandpa’s in boxer briefs our day to day jobs can get pretty “hairy”!  Imagine 5 days of visiting 20-30 different families with children all under the age of 3.  I have seen, heard and been asked to do things I  would have never imagined.  I fuel my day with gasoline for my car and coffee for my body, I sit on floors in homes and childcare centers, I have been puked on, peed on, bitten, pinched and hit in the face with a puzzle piece (I mean on of those large knob, Melissa and Doug puzzle pieces).

Here are some samples from the last year and a half;

I have been asked to stay to “watch” a child drink their milk, “He drinks more when your here”, I find it hard to believe a child consumes more milk because of my presence in the home. I am sorry, what?

I have been asked to make a noise like water to help a child pee, “could you swoosh like the sink, I think he is nervous to pee-pee”  My response, “why don’t we turn on the sink”, we were in the bathroom with a sink less than a foot from the toilet.  I am sorry, what?

I have been told that a child’s toys were thrown away because he behaved “badly”.  Mom then preceded to explain that she couldn’t get a moment for herself and all he wanted to do was watch TV.  I am sorry, what?  -THE CHILD HAS NO TOYS, no way to entertain himself!!

I enjoy my job, I enjoy these families and I enjoy telling the stories…