Sunday night, I was tub-side, watching my son and daughter engage in their weekly WWF aquatic match. Luke was standing up as he does 95% of the time (I haven’t convinced him it is safer to sit) when I noticed a piece of brown paper on his bum. You know, like those old school brown paper towel fragments. So I reached down and wiped it off with my finger.
Only it turns out it wasn’t an old school brown paper towel fragment at all.
No, it was poop. On my finger. My finger. In poop.
I quickly scan the tub, hoping not to find what I feared I would. But there it was: a floater, disintegrating by the second. I scream: “POOOOOOOP! ELISE! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!” She scrambles out, wide-eyed with concern.
And a second later I’m catching another as it drops out of his butt. Catching. With my BARE HAND. (Read more…)
Last week our own lovely Laura wrote a post called Stars Are Just Like Us in which she suggested, tongue-in-cheek, of course, that we set up Twitter accounts for our kids.
When I read this, I snickered. Loudly. It was seriously funny. If you haven’t perused it, go now. I’ll wait.
I like Twitter. But I love Facebook. And Laura got me wondering…what would the Facebook newsfeed look like if our small children were all “Friends”?
I imagine it would go something like this:
> Just had a blowout. Want mom to change me cuz dad always makes the gaggy face.
> Is it Monday already? Fell off the apple juice wagon this weekend. Ugh.
> Seriously craving some Cheerios right now.
> Can’t get enough of this song. Post: Wiggles singing Big Red Car.
> Wondering if mom found the half doughnut I hid in her purse yet. LOL!
> Quiz: Which diaper best defines you? Huggies! I knew it.
> Dragging myself from the bouncy seat for Mom and Me Yoga.
> Still up at 10 pm. Gas sucks. (Read more…)
