Pill-Popping Monkey

P came downstairs panicked the other day, Boogie in one arm and an empty pill bottle in the other hand.

Evidently my child, my Angel, had climbed up her changing table, sat on the pad at the top and dug around in the drawer right beneath her. She then proceeded to eat an entire bottle of Hyland's Teething Tablets.

He was freaking out, not sure if we should call Poison Control, or give her milk, or wait and see. I figured since the pills were homeopathic, maybe it would just help her sleep. Um, no. No such luck. We watched her to see if she had any reactions to it, and they didn't even slow her down. She was bouncing off the walls, throwing toys, being a scrawny terror after a packed weekend.

Last night, she was calling to me after I put her in bed, and I figured she needed water so I went in to check on her. She had one leg up on the rail of her crib, so I'm thinking it's time to get her a toddler bed soon, and secure all the furniture to the walls. Today.