sitting on the edge of the sandbox, biting my tongue

May 2, 2014

The Whereabouts of This Blogger

Filed under: everyday, Ukraine — Tags: , , , — edge of the sandbox @ 4:26 pm

It’s Birthday season in the Sandbox household.  Mine was last week, and my daughter’s next week.  Son’s coming up soon.  What it means is that my husband took kids shopping for chocolates for mommy while I got to wrap presents.  It also means that I’m chasing parents in my daughter’s class trying to get them to RSVP.  Some of the parents speak no English, and about half of the kids lost their invitations.

I’m not sure immigrant parents understand the concept of RSVP.  We certainly had no such thing in the Soviet Union.  When I was a  kid, I invited my girlfriends all by myself, gave my grandma the headcount, and she baked a cake or two.  Our Birthday parties had no themes and presents were unwrapped.  Occasionally the informal system gave in.  For instance, one of my cousins, born in summertime when all the kids including her were vacationing, really wanted a Birthday party.  One spring she invited a few girls from her neighborhood, who, to the amazement of her family showed up at her doorsteps holding gifts and dressed up for the occasion.  Her mother and grandmother had to improvise a party.

My son, the adventurer, did something that can probably be considered an American classic.  He found some loose pill in a drinking fountain and, thinking it was a smarties candy, put it in his mouth.  By the time he realized he didn’t like it, half of the pill was consumed.

I called the advice nurse who called poison control who advised her to tell me to go to the nearest emergency room for 4-6 hours of observation.  I thought that the pill was probably an aspirin, but who’s going to take the chance?  I took him to the hospital where after an hour or sitting around the doctor called poison control.  My son was exhibiting absolutely no symptoms of any kind of poisoning.  This time poison control told the doc that the chances of that pill being prescription medication are very slim, and that my son should be observed at the hospital for one more hour and then released.

Did I tell you about the one time he stuck cheerios up his nose?

Last but not least, read my post on federalization (or decentralization, anyway) of Ukraine on LI.  It’s something discussed in Ukraine and Russia in connection with the current crisis.



  1. Well I’m glad your son is okay. Yep. swallowing random unmarked pills is an American tradition. Now when I was growin up we’d get a spoonful of ipekak to make us vomit.

    Comment by Infidel de Manahatta — May 3, 2014 @ 11:06 am

    • I meant thinking that a random unmarked pill that just happened to look like a candy that’s supposed to look like a pill.
      I don’t think stuffing Cheerios up one’s nose is an American tradition, although they are just the right size.

      Comment by edge of the sandbox — May 3, 2014 @ 11:31 am

  2. To a child, our sense of taste is just another way exploring the world. And he doesn’t want Mama telling him “NO”.

    Imagine our ancestors. Two cave men find a pretty plant. There is one low-hanging fruit that looks like it MIGHT taste good.

    Cave man #1: “That looks interesting.”

    Cave man #2: Wonder how it tastes?

    Cave man #1: Well, there is one way to find out.”

    Jealous, Cave man #2 grabs for the fruit too. The two fellows then fight to be the first to conduct the experiment.

    Some things it seems we must learn the hard way, like the stove is hot.

    Glad your boy is okay.

    BTW. Your feed is broke. Check it out:

    Comment by Citizen Tom — May 11, 2014 @ 5:48 am

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