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Mom Tip for the Day

So I rarely share information like this because I certainly don't feel like I'm an expert and I don't want to come across that way. But I've found a handy tip and I find myself using it more and more with the boys . . . :-/

I always, always, always(!) have some sort of frozen fruit treat in my freezer. Now you may think, 'I don't want that kind of stuff in my house, tempting me all the time' and that's true for me as well -- which is why I purposefully keep ones on hand that I don't like as well. But anyway, back to the tip. If your kids are like mine, you go along well for awhile and then, boom! Somebody has a busted lip. Now, these things bleed and bleed and it's hard to see right away if there's any damage that actually needs special attention. The first time this happened to Callie, I did the typical thing which I've always seen, get an ice pack, put a rag around it and stick it in her mouth while trying to see what's going on.

It didn't take too many times to figure out most young children are not particularly cooperative about having a big ice pack in their mouth. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this. The next time it happened, I perchance had on hand some fruity popsicles. Voila! Bleeding and crying stopped quickly, I was able to see if any teeth were damaged right away and not nearly the swelling I had seen the time(s) before.

That's when I decided this was an absolute necessity in the house! A much better solution to what can be a hard to handle situation. I'm sure there are other mothers out there who have figured this out all on their own, but just in case someone is out there struggling with a wiggly baby and an ice pack, thought I'd try to help!! lol

Oh, you ask why I am writing about this today?


Yeah . . .  Nolan's first fat lip. Frozen strawberries to the rescue!


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