MOTY, Baby!

Yup, Mom Of The Year (MOTY), that's me!

We kept the girls alive for 365 days.

Last night we toasted to their births at 7:45 and 7:51 respectively, and were feeling pretty darn proud of ourselves.

This morning, on day 366, I let the girls dine on this:




Yes, it is tree fungus.

There is a fungus among us.

Apparently, it had fallen off some of our firewood. I found it chewed and discarded in a pile of slobber on our living room floor. I had no idea which one chewed on it, or if they had ingested any.

I risked my fingers to go fishing around in the mouths of uncooperative little girls, with razor sharp chompers, for some evidence of fungus, but came up empty.

Now, when something bad happens, I typically am as cool as a cucumber jump to all kinds of horrible conclusions. Being a biology major, I figured I should know more than the average bear about fungus. From the recesses of my scattered brain, I recalled my Botany professor, Dr. Lang, telling us about an old colleague of his that, mistakenly, ate a poisonous mushroom and died a very unpleasant death, alone, in the middle of a forest.

Awesome! So glad that memory popped into my head.

I'm picturing myself in the ER with two crying babies, getting both their stomachs pumped (just to make sure).

Deep breath.

I call my husband, who does not answer his phone.

With my panic level rising, I turn to my friend, Google. I find all kinds of pictures of fungi, and identify, what, I think, is the culprit. Nothing to indicate it's poisonous though.

My husband calls me back. Some research, and a few phone calls later, we determined that the girls have a pretty good shot at making it to day 367.

If you want, you can come over to see my MOTY award. I have it proudly displayed on our mantle.