You Have What Up Your Nose??!!

So I thought the days of worrying about Livi putting small objects in her mouth and choking on them were long gone, and perhaps they are, but apparently worrying about her shoving things up her nose should still be a concern.
Yesterday, after preschool she's quietly sitting on the couch watching her DVD player, and I mention quietly because that should probably have been my first clue that she was up to something. Pretty soon I see her run for the bathroom and slam the door, also not alarming since lately she waits til the very last nano second to go potty, and then exlaims "Wow, mom that was close!!" from the bathroom. I hear her in there going "ouch, ouch, ouch my nose!" I'm assuming she's picked her nose and has made it bleed, which she also has a tendancy to do (I'm seeing a pattern in my kids' bad habits, we need to work on that...)Anyway, when I get in there to investigate the nose, I can't right off see anything wrong until I look at the outside and see this huge bulge on the side.
"What is in your nose Livi?!"
"A beeeeee!"
"A bee??!"
"No, a beeaaaaDDD!!"

Now I can see it, or more specifically the hole of the bead, and the protruding nostril now makes sense. Let me just qualify that the bulge is not in the fleshy nostril part of her nose, but up in the bridge part. I mean she gave it a really good shove! I grab her hand and run down to Dax's office. "Livi has shoved a bead up her nose!!"
The look that Dax gives me cannot be described, only that I've seen it several times before, unfortunately. It's that look of pure amazement that he has given me authorized authority to be in charge of the kids for the better part of their day and this is what happens on my watch!! "She did what?" (imagine the look.) He carries her upstairs while I go hunt down a crochet hook, or some other fishing object to release the foreign object. All the sudden it comes to my brain - the Knifty Knitter Hook!! For those of you who don't know what a Knifty Knitter Hook looks like I'll try and track down a picture for you, but for those of you who do know (Alane, Alicia, mom, Meg etc.) you will know just how ingenious I think I am at this point.

So, Dax pins her down on the couch and I proceed to "hook" the offending bead, and extract it. Not without some major complaints from the patient, but pure relief when she sees it on the end of the hook. All is well - just another day at the Fujimoto house. I'm sure tomorrow will be something else.


I do want the record to reflect that now that all is said and done, Dax did admit that this desire to shove things up ones nose may come from his side of the family. Apparently, or so the story goes, that as a child Dax thought that peas where better suited for the nasal cavity instead of the stomach. I wish that I would have been told this story sooner so that perhaps I could watch for the signs in my own children. Any comments from those who may have witnessed Dax in the act would be greatly appreciated, since he's pretty sure that it was only 1 pea. I'm sure his memory fails him...

These are days to remember...