Good Times (right???)

These pictures aren't very exciting, but they say a lot to me. Today, Carter found a brand new almost completely full tube of his eczema cream and bit through it in a matter of a couple of minutes while I was in the kitchen. I looked in to check on him (because it had gotten too quiet for me to be at ease) and there is Carter with the tube in his mouth and cream all over his face ad hands. He sees me and runs behind the arm of the couch and begins wiping the cream from his hands onto the couch. Great. Oh well for the couch. I was worried because the stuff is obviously not supposed to be eaten and it appeared that the tube was substantially less full than it should have been (see pictures of undisturbed new tube vs. new tube that's been attacked by Carter and notice beautiful teeth marks)! I proceeded to try to clean as much out of Carter's mouth and off of his face as I could, and then I called poison control -- yes, that's the second time in the last 30 days we have needed their expertise (see here for last encounter)! Thankfully, it wasn't enough to hurt him at all and he was fine, but I was glad to hear that they don't keep track of how often you call poison control...

So I hang up with poison control, sort of proud that I was smart enough to give him a bottle before calling (because the first thing they told me to do was give him liquids). Remember how pride can be not such a good thing? Maybe this day is supposed to be one of those days where you learn lessons, like not to be prideful. Carter was on the couch and shaking the last of his bottle onto the cushions. There is a huge puddle of milk all over the couch and dripping off into the bucket of blocks by the couch (see picture). Let's just say that we spent a lot of time in time-out today... including after Carter tried to bite me each time I got him out of the crib after previous time-outs. Good times!