Lordy, Lordy....celebrities dropping like flies this week. Cah-razy! But I have something to share.
My child is insane. Certifiably nuts. Do you know what he did today during his quiet time? DO YOU? Let me just tell you a little story. It is, of course, about poop. What else would we talk about on my blog?
Piglet went upstairs for quiet time. Since being on summer break and going to the pool and such more often, Piglet has resumed nap-taking 2-4 times per week. Anyhoo...he was upstairs for a while playing quietly. I glanced at the monitor and noticed him missing. Looking into his room, I found him atop his (4 foot tall) bookcase crawling across on his knees. I took the garage which had been his stepstool.
Soon, I looked at the monitor and saw him standing upon two large pillow shams on top of his bed. Why? I asked. "I'm trying to reach the fan." Of course! Silly me. I removed the pillows.
About 30 minutes later, I went up to bring him downstairs and a stench hit my nose as I entered their hallway. It was clearly poop. I groaned inwardly, dreading the diaper change ahead. You can imagine my surprise when I entered the room to find my naked little boy, hands and feet covered in poop, as were the walls, carpet, bedspread, froggy, blanket, doorknob and phone jack. As in, poop in the phone jack. Piglet looked at me and said quite seriously, "Mommy, I think you're going to need a paper towel."
Ya think?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Again?
Oh, Lordy. Wondering where I've been? Me too. Let's see....I was sick. Oh, and then I was sick again. Oh! And now I'm sick again. Seriously. First Pigpen gave me that weird muscle illness with fever. Then I promptly got Piglet's cold. And now I have my dad's cold which has turned into a sinus infection and pneumonia. Ow, ow, ow. That's twice this year I've gotten pneumonia. Enough about me.
Just kidding! More about me. We went to NC over the weekend. This involves driving 6 hours in the car with my two lovely children. Loooooooooooong hours. I gave my friend Beth a baby shower on Saturday and we did a family birthday party for Pigpen on Sunday.
Pigpen is one today! Can you believe it? One year ago, I was lying in a hospital bed gleeful that I had a spinal block still swirling around in me deadening the pain of my kidney stones. It was fantastic. Today, he's a happy, sparky little boy. Well, he would be happy and sparky if Piglet hadn't given him a nasty cold and pink eye. Instead, he's droopy and sad and has gooey eyes. It was a pretty sad birthday.
But, he's coming along nicely. His first (and only) word is "all done" which sounds a little like "Ah dah!" He says it very enthusiastically upon finishing a meal or nursing. His only other word is more, which he will sign. He says da da, but I don't think it has any meaning yet. He's crawling superduper fast, pulls up, and stands, but hasn't commenced cruising thus far.
In other news, and further explanation of my absence, while I went to the pool last Tuesday Gus got into my diaper bag and ate a sleeve of formula, a box of crayons, my Chapstick, and a small box of raisins. If you don't know, raisins and grapes are poisonous to dogs and landed Gus in the doggie hospital. He had to throw up everything he ate and eat charcoal. We went to NC as I mentioned and Gussie became lethargic and forlorn. He had hurt himself treeing a cat, so we blamed it on that, but when we got home and took the vet his urine sample, they said his kidneys weren't functioning and his pee was almost all water. So poor Gussie spent 48 hours on a fluid IV pushing fluids through his kidneys, trying to reverse the damage that was done by the toxins. He was released today - and so deliriously happy! - and is at home recuperating. We still don't know the extent of the damage, but we are hopeful that he will be okay.
So. You can see where I've been. I've still got two more tales to share, but I'm just too sick and tired to write more tonight. Here's to hoping I don't get pink eye from my crew.
Just kidding! More about me. We went to NC over the weekend. This involves driving 6 hours in the car with my two lovely children. Loooooooooooong hours. I gave my friend Beth a baby shower on Saturday and we did a family birthday party for Pigpen on Sunday.
Pigpen is one today! Can you believe it? One year ago, I was lying in a hospital bed gleeful that I had a spinal block still swirling around in me deadening the pain of my kidney stones. It was fantastic. Today, he's a happy, sparky little boy. Well, he would be happy and sparky if Piglet hadn't given him a nasty cold and pink eye. Instead, he's droopy and sad and has gooey eyes. It was a pretty sad birthday.
But, he's coming along nicely. His first (and only) word is "all done" which sounds a little like "Ah dah!" He says it very enthusiastically upon finishing a meal or nursing. His only other word is more, which he will sign. He says da da, but I don't think it has any meaning yet. He's crawling superduper fast, pulls up, and stands, but hasn't commenced cruising thus far.
In other news, and further explanation of my absence, while I went to the pool last Tuesday Gus got into my diaper bag and ate a sleeve of formula, a box of crayons, my Chapstick, and a small box of raisins. If you don't know, raisins and grapes are poisonous to dogs and landed Gus in the doggie hospital. He had to throw up everything he ate and eat charcoal. We went to NC as I mentioned and Gussie became lethargic and forlorn. He had hurt himself treeing a cat, so we blamed it on that, but when we got home and took the vet his urine sample, they said his kidneys weren't functioning and his pee was almost all water. So poor Gussie spent 48 hours on a fluid IV pushing fluids through his kidneys, trying to reverse the damage that was done by the toxins. He was released today - and so deliriously happy! - and is at home recuperating. We still don't know the extent of the damage, but we are hopeful that he will be okay.
So. You can see where I've been. I've still got two more tales to share, but I'm just too sick and tired to write more tonight. Here's to hoping I don't get pink eye from my crew.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Rambly Bambly
Snort. Cough. Wheeze. The good news is that I got over the mystery illness that Pigpen gave me. The bad news is that I now have the cold that Piglet gave me. Which brings me to my heads up: I'm writing this after a dose of Nyquil while watching the Hills. I can almost count my brain cells ticking away one by one.
I'm super-duper-squeeeeeeeeeee!-excited about the possibility of getting a screened porch. The mosquitoes 'round these parts are about to pick Piglet and me up and carry us away. The poor kids gets mosquito bites like I do - they swell into massive welts and stay that way for days. He was awake last night from 11pm until 2am scritching scratching wiggling and miserable. I hope that tonight will be better as he only slept in about half an hour and he didn't nap. Shocking! I know.
In case anyone was wanting follow up on the nap experiment, it ended before it started. Clearly, he's done, done, done napping. He hasn't taken a nap in about three weeks. The upside is that he's conking out promptly at bedtime.
Let's get back to that imaginary screened porch. We've talked to four contractors. One...the Neanderthal that installed my oven and microwave. He never actually returned an estimate. I have this fear that he might just show up one day with a truck full of lumber and assume he got the job.
*Pause - I'm so distracted by The Hills. Lo's ears really stick out. She should wear her hair down. And Kristen should probably wear a bra with that dress. That is all.*
Okay, back to the porch. So then there's the guy who did our basement last summer. He did a really good job, but you kind of have to ride him to get him to work and communicate and I don't know that I want this to drag on until fall, when I clearly want it yesterday. Then there's Artie, a referral from a friend here, he did her basement. He's a classic New Yorker to the core, which in terms of speed and efficiency could work in my favor. He has a touch of potty mouth that we will have to curb around the young uns, but we can do that. And the fourth guy was just crazy expensive, so he's out. AND he was way late with his proposal. He told us to take $150 off for his being a bonehead. Wow. Really? A whole $150 off of your insanely high proposal? Pass.
This is probaby painfully boring for you the reader, so I will stop. My parents are coming tomorrow for my dad's monthly meeting in the area that he just so happened to drum up after we moved here. Coincidence? Not really. Anyhoo....they're coming tomorrow and I'm driving back with them on Wednesday with the boys. Why? Because I'm giving a baby shower for my best friend from high school on Saturday and we're having our family over for Pigpen's first birthday on Sunday.
Can you believe he's turning one?? I took him yesterday to get his first haircut. Not that he has any hair. If it wasn't for the mullet, it probably could have waited a year or so. But, we trimmed that mullet right off and put it in the baby book. Check. Now there's less of him to get dirty.
That's all I got. I wanted to squeeze in a post because I'm not sure when I'll get to post next. Tomorrow night I'm invited to a Wine and Wax party. Really? Waxing? In public? I'm going for the wine and maybe to spectate. Alright, I'm pretty sure the Nyquil is starting to take over my thinking, so it's best that I go. There's a chance it may have given me some verbal diarrhea as this seems to be a rather lengthy post. Ah, well. Talk soon!
I'm super-duper-squeeeeeeeeeee!-excited about the possibility of getting a screened porch. The mosquitoes 'round these parts are about to pick Piglet and me up and carry us away. The poor kids gets mosquito bites like I do - they swell into massive welts and stay that way for days. He was awake last night from 11pm until 2am scritching scratching wiggling and miserable. I hope that tonight will be better as he only slept in about half an hour and he didn't nap. Shocking! I know.
In case anyone was wanting follow up on the nap experiment, it ended before it started. Clearly, he's done, done, done napping. He hasn't taken a nap in about three weeks. The upside is that he's conking out promptly at bedtime.
Let's get back to that imaginary screened porch. We've talked to four contractors. One...the Neanderthal that installed my oven and microwave. He never actually returned an estimate. I have this fear that he might just show up one day with a truck full of lumber and assume he got the job.
*Pause - I'm so distracted by The Hills. Lo's ears really stick out. She should wear her hair down. And Kristen should probably wear a bra with that dress. That is all.*
Okay, back to the porch. So then there's the guy who did our basement last summer. He did a really good job, but you kind of have to ride him to get him to work and communicate and I don't know that I want this to drag on until fall, when I clearly want it yesterday. Then there's Artie, a referral from a friend here, he did her basement. He's a classic New Yorker to the core, which in terms of speed and efficiency could work in my favor. He has a touch of potty mouth that we will have to curb around the young uns, but we can do that. And the fourth guy was just crazy expensive, so he's out. AND he was way late with his proposal. He told us to take $150 off for his being a bonehead. Wow. Really? A whole $150 off of your insanely high proposal? Pass.
This is probaby painfully boring for you the reader, so I will stop. My parents are coming tomorrow for my dad's monthly meeting in the area that he just so happened to drum up after we moved here. Coincidence? Not really. Anyhoo....they're coming tomorrow and I'm driving back with them on Wednesday with the boys. Why? Because I'm giving a baby shower for my best friend from high school on Saturday and we're having our family over for Pigpen's first birthday on Sunday.
Can you believe he's turning one?? I took him yesterday to get his first haircut. Not that he has any hair. If it wasn't for the mullet, it probably could have waited a year or so. But, we trimmed that mullet right off and put it in the baby book. Check. Now there's less of him to get dirty.
That's all I got. I wanted to squeeze in a post because I'm not sure when I'll get to post next. Tomorrow night I'm invited to a Wine and Wax party. Really? Waxing? In public? I'm going for the wine and maybe to spectate. Alright, I'm pretty sure the Nyquil is starting to take over my thinking, so it's best that I go. There's a chance it may have given me some verbal diarrhea as this seems to be a rather lengthy post. Ah, well. Talk soon!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Must See TV
I'm sitting here watching I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. Don't judge me. This is further evidence that I have no brain cells left. I think it should be called D-list Celebrity Survivor, but not really Survivor. See? No brain cells.
Not quite sure why I'm blogging because I can't even remember what I did today. That's probably not a good sign. The weird muscle aches are getting better, so I must be in recovery. I took both boys to the pool by myself two days in a row.....this is one of the most tiring of all activities. Reminds me of why I don't need a gym.
Steps:
1. Take clothes off of boys. Leave diapers on.
2. SPF 50 all over both. Spray Pigpen's half-bald head.
3. Run to strip off own clothes, change into pool wear.
4. Stuff towels, food, drinks, spare diapers, and bonus SPF into bag.
5. Get Piglet's vest, Pigpen's float, and random pool noodle.
6. Trade diapers for swim diapers (if you don't have kids this is a last minute item because they do not absorb urine.) and put on trunks.
7. Race for car, speed to pool, remove children before anyone can pee on a car seat.
And that's just the getting there. I'm too tired to go into what it takes to keep everyone from drowning and then to get everyone back in the car and home again. And into regular diapers and clothes. And then fix dinner.
Whew. I'm beat just thinking about it. I'd better run....looks like one of the Baldwin brothers is about to baptize Spencer Pratt. This is must see TV, people.
Not quite sure why I'm blogging because I can't even remember what I did today. That's probably not a good sign. The weird muscle aches are getting better, so I must be in recovery. I took both boys to the pool by myself two days in a row.....this is one of the most tiring of all activities. Reminds me of why I don't need a gym.
Steps:
1. Take clothes off of boys. Leave diapers on.
2. SPF 50 all over both. Spray Pigpen's half-bald head.
3. Run to strip off own clothes, change into pool wear.
4. Stuff towels, food, drinks, spare diapers, and bonus SPF into bag.
5. Get Piglet's vest, Pigpen's float, and random pool noodle.
6. Trade diapers for swim diapers (if you don't have kids this is a last minute item because they do not absorb urine.) and put on trunks.
7. Race for car, speed to pool, remove children before anyone can pee on a car seat.
And that's just the getting there. I'm too tired to go into what it takes to keep everyone from drowning and then to get everyone back in the car and home again. And into regular diapers and clothes. And then fix dinner.
Whew. I'm beat just thinking about it. I'd better run....looks like one of the Baldwin brothers is about to baptize Spencer Pratt. This is must see TV, people.
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