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Thursday
Mar222007
I'm here...
March 22, 2007
Although I'm drowning in a pool of my own self-pity, which disgusts me, and then that disgust for myself renders me useless. And then I start banging my head on the fridge again. And that doesn't help and it puts dents in my head, so I should probably stop it.
But I love you guys. You're so nice to me. What great friends I have, even across the wires (and lack of wires). We're also having trouble with our satellite wireless system here and so I can't get internet in my cabin right now. Only here at the Big House.
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Yesterday the YaYa Sister managed to perform a feat that I didn't think was possible. She outdid even the time Kid A forgot which way he needed to be facing in order to poop in the toilet. Chinua and I were talking and we could hear her in the background, sitting on the potty in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar, talking to herself about pooping. "You POOPED!" she was saying, in her "big" voice, a voice that is hilarious because of its big smallness. "That's so EXCITING! You're so GOOD! YAYYYYYYY. You pooped in your POTTY!" We laughed a little at her as we talked, so blissfully unaware of the horror that was about to display itself to us. She hadn't called for me to come and help her yet, so I just waited, continuing to talk with Chinua. And then she started crying and we ran to the door and!!!!
She had tried to pick up her potty to empty it, I guess, and then decided to set it back down, only she tripped, and it was flung, it was flang, it was throwed, all over the wall! POO! (Not solid poo) ALL OVER the WALL! And the floor and the trash can and just, well, everywhere.
I opened the door and then my heart failed me, I tell you the truth, I chickened out, and not quietly. And my Superstar Husband did the most heroic thing that I think he has ever done and cleaned it up for me. Oh, love. When your man cleans up the poop wall for you.
My life is amazing, these days.
The other interesting thing that happened yesterday is that Leaf's shoe went missing as I was changing his diaper. I couldn't find it anywhere, one of his little leather Robeez shoes, so I just stuck him in some other shoes, assuming it would turn up later. That night, as I was getting him ready for bed, I noticed a dark patch on his cloth diaper, in between the slightly transparent nylon cover and the diaper itself. Was it more poo, on the outside of the diaper? Was I prepared for more poo? But no, it was the shoe, the missing shoe, trapped in his diaper. I mean, this is like a soft leather moccasin, so it's not like I left a tennis shoe in his diaper and didn't notice, but STILL.
I think I need more sleep.
But I love you guys. You're so nice to me. What great friends I have, even across the wires (and lack of wires). We're also having trouble with our satellite wireless system here and so I can't get internet in my cabin right now. Only here at the Big House.
***
Yesterday the YaYa Sister managed to perform a feat that I didn't think was possible. She outdid even the time Kid A forgot which way he needed to be facing in order to poop in the toilet. Chinua and I were talking and we could hear her in the background, sitting on the potty in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar, talking to herself about pooping. "You POOPED!" she was saying, in her "big" voice, a voice that is hilarious because of its big smallness. "That's so EXCITING! You're so GOOD! YAYYYYYYY. You pooped in your POTTY!" We laughed a little at her as we talked, so blissfully unaware of the horror that was about to display itself to us. She hadn't called for me to come and help her yet, so I just waited, continuing to talk with Chinua. And then she started crying and we ran to the door and!!!!
She had tried to pick up her potty to empty it, I guess, and then decided to set it back down, only she tripped, and it was flung, it was flang, it was throwed, all over the wall! POO! (Not solid poo) ALL OVER the WALL! And the floor and the trash can and just, well, everywhere.
I opened the door and then my heart failed me, I tell you the truth, I chickened out, and not quietly. And my Superstar Husband did the most heroic thing that I think he has ever done and cleaned it up for me. Oh, love. When your man cleans up the poop wall for you.
My life is amazing, these days.
The other interesting thing that happened yesterday is that Leaf's shoe went missing as I was changing his diaper. I couldn't find it anywhere, one of his little leather Robeez shoes, so I just stuck him in some other shoes, assuming it would turn up later. That night, as I was getting him ready for bed, I noticed a dark patch on his cloth diaper, in between the slightly transparent nylon cover and the diaper itself. Was it more poo, on the outside of the diaper? Was I prepared for more poo? But no, it was the shoe, the missing shoe, trapped in his diaper. I mean, this is like a soft leather moccasin, so it's not like I left a tennis shoe in his diaper and didn't notice, but STILL.
I think I need more sleep.
Reader Comments (8)
Oh wow, you made me laugh so hard that I can't quit coughing. I might see lung tissue soon! You have brought comic relief to me just when I needed it- should I laugh or should I cry? Maybe I'll see if journeymama has posted....
In times like the "poop-fest" you describe above-- that's when you know God has given you a real help-meet in your spouse. Way to go Superstar Husband!
Everyone deserves the right to grieve when letting go so please don't dent your head (or your fridge for that matter!) =}
o the poop stories that moms can tell. I think someone should write a book. You have a great husband. I am hearing you on the sleep thing. I feel like I could sleep for a week straight
{{hugs}} so sorry about the poopy day on top of everything else!
it doesn't quite equal that story, but a month or 2 ago me and the little dude woke up and were being all snuggly and i was thinking 'wow, his butt seems small today!'
later when we got out of bed i thought 'wow, his foot is HUGE and squishy!'
it turns out that his dipe and cover and all the mushy mushy poo that they contained had migrated off his bum and intot he foot of his sleeper, where his toes got to delight in the warm mushiness of poo.
cleaning that was not my favourite way to start a day, and at that point i was puking at nothing...
speaking of self pity.
Poor yaya. Poor daddy. Good job about the pooping in the potty though.
We had that kind of thing almost happen so often, no poop on the wall though, that I just told them if they wanted to behave like a big person and empty their poo in the toilet they could start going in there in the first place. Sort of worked.
I second that one Carrien, i think the funnest part of pooping for me was when the girls took a shovel in the forest and dug a hole, squatted and filled it, one summer of not seeing poop was enough to make up for all the poopy unpleasantries of mother hood,
I hear yah re, just imagine how nice it is having a potty when so many momma's in the east don't use diappers, ugh pooh, how it changes after six months and becomes a disgusting smell and thick texture,
Hooray to all those with patience regarding their children's poo and empowerment...
Little Girl is so bossy. She will have a fit unless she can dump for potty all by herself. We have been lucky and not had anything bad happen yet. YET! We have had Middle Child drop his toothbrush in the cat litter. He sure loves that cat.
Once my daughter fingerpainted on the wall with her poo and then she enticed her older brother to join in. It was kind of pretty in a gross way. All I really remember of it was their dismay that I was not happy. I always had encouraged them to be creative and we played in the mud all the time and scratch and sniff stickers were fun, 'so really' they're expressions seemed to say, 'what's the problem? They never did it again.