Here is a quick example of irony for everyone to enjoy. While at the doctor's office yesterday for Asher's well check I received the usual spiel about the choking hazards of an older sibling's toys with small parts, because as everyone knows, babies put everything into their mouths. As I sat there listening, I noticed that Zoe had just put something she found on the floor into her mouth. So, while receiving this advice (the doctor kept talking the whole time), I am wrestling Zoe trying to get whatever it is out of her mouth. She managed to shallow it before I could. I am surprised that they let me leave with my children, especially since right after that she walked right over the trash can, and managed to get a hand in before I could stop her. I am so glad I have another three months before I have to go back. Hopefully enough time will have passed that the doctor won't recognize me, and remember me as the mother of the little girl who ate something off the floor of a medical office.