We were talking to LaLa and Pop-Pop (my mother and father) on Skype when Evie decided to sit on the floor opposite of me. We had the laptop on the coffee table so I could fully capture her antics as she danced, walked, ran, and just plain fidgeted during the phone call.
Suddenly, "Pbbbllrpt!" Evie farted and gasped, "Oh no!"
I look at her, start laughing and reply, "Yeah, that was YOU. YOU farted!"
She started to return my smiled but still looked startled.
A few minutes later (amidst hugs from behind, little hands clasping my neck), I smell something strangely unfamiliar and unpleasant... its sh*t.
I look at Evie's pants and before it even registers in my brain what's going on, I see her shorts are darker in color (wet) and they look a little brown (they were royal blue).
I swoop her up (upside down in an airplane style - a style appropriate for a poopy toddler) and whisk her out of the room yelling behind me at the computer screen, "Bye! I gotta go! Signing off!"
As I left the room I could her my mom and dad discussing what she saw... Evie had sh*t running down her legs!
I put her on the changing table, belly-side down, before deciding to stand her up to pull things off. Where do you begin when your kid has poop covering every possible area you could put them down on? Legs, butt, bottoms of feet... she was covered in drippy poop!
I scooped (yes SCOOPED) things off of her and briskly cleaned up what I could with wipes before throwing her in the tub for a rigorous under carriage cleaning. I threw clothes in the sink, the changing pad cover in the wash and noticed the spots all over the living room rug. Ugh, poop prints, ...er... foot prints.
Evie grabbed a paper towel off the spool I placed on the floor and began to settle down next to an obvious spot. She had seen me clean up Puck's puke before so she grabbed the Resolve (also on the floor) without hesitation. She didn't have the dexterity to squirt the bottle but did help me blot up the freshly lathered spots I created. When Evie realized her cleaning limitations, she stood there wanting to help out. I gave her hand fulls of towels and told her "trash." She ran off to the kitchen, threw them away and came back for more.
Ah, *sigh*. I know this is just the first of many poopy chapters yet to come (especially with potty training on the horizon).
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Baby's First Plane Ride
April 28th-May 2nd.
Since Rob's folks couldn't come out our way this spring (financial tough these days), Rob decided to bring Evie to them. What sounded like a good idea on paper quickly became a stressful plan: what do we pack? Will she scream on the whole plane ride? Will she freak-out without mommy (that's right folks, this was a dady-n-me only trip...)?
It turns out... it was a great idea and couldn't have gone any smoother. Evie crashed out 5 minutes into the plane ride and slept the whole way curled up on daddy's lap.
A playdate with Ivy proved to be fun for both dads and girls.
Evie enjoyed gathering pine cones from grandma's yard (I thought they were turds when Rob first showed me this pic!)
Evie played with her 3 cousins. I think she, too, is wondering why the hell the 15-month old walks around in a bib...
She caught up on family hugs. Here she is making her way around the room starting with Aunt Nicole...
And finally, she learned the terms "unexpected delays," "overhead bin," and "turbulance." Actually, according to dad, the flight back was just as picture-perfect as the one on the way up. She slept like a rock all curled up on dad's lap. she still wasn't quite awake when dad strolled her out of the terminal all hot, sweaty and rubbing her eyes. She looked at me like I was a mirage at first and then quickly held up her arms for me to pick her up. She sleepily laid on my shoulder all the way out the airport...
Coming up in one month, the family flight to Chicago! Stay tuned...
Since Rob's folks couldn't come out our way this spring (financial tough these days), Rob decided to bring Evie to them. What sounded like a good idea on paper quickly became a stressful plan: what do we pack? Will she scream on the whole plane ride? Will she freak-out without mommy (that's right folks, this was a dady-n-me only trip...)?
It turns out... it was a great idea and couldn't have gone any smoother. Evie crashed out 5 minutes into the plane ride and slept the whole way curled up on daddy's lap.
A playdate with Ivy proved to be fun for both dads and girls.
Evie enjoyed gathering pine cones from grandma's yard (I thought they were turds when Rob first showed me this pic!)
Evie played with her 3 cousins. I think she, too, is wondering why the hell the 15-month old walks around in a bib...
She caught up on family hugs. Here she is making her way around the room starting with Aunt Nicole...
And finally, she learned the terms "unexpected delays," "overhead bin," and "turbulance." Actually, according to dad, the flight back was just as picture-perfect as the one on the way up. She slept like a rock all curled up on dad's lap. she still wasn't quite awake when dad strolled her out of the terminal all hot, sweaty and rubbing her eyes. She looked at me like I was a mirage at first and then quickly held up her arms for me to pick her up. She sleepily laid on my shoulder all the way out the airport...
Coming up in one month, the family flight to Chicago! Stay tuned...
Home again, home again jiggity-jog...
I have some older posts to back blog... but I'll get around to that later.
Today, Rob and Evie come back home!
I'm excited.... and then not-so excited. :-)
Leaving Rob and Evie at the airport security gate was grueling. After holding her throughout the terminal.... smelling her hair and squeezing her hands in my anxiety of the pending good-bye's... I thought this time "off" would just be unbearable. Fortunately, the plan ride was outstanding. the new of Evie sleeping on Rob's lap the entire trip was music to my ears. I relaxed a wee bit.
The day they left I spent the morning at the coffee shop doing some work. After I dropped them off, I switched cars to give my car a wash, oil change and new headlights. I worked on my laptop at the garage and realized I'd never get through the HUGE and daunting list of things I thought I would accomplish while they were gone.
Dinner was leftovers (which stinks) and I ate it on the couch with no dirty little fingers trying to swipe something off the edge of my plate (which was awesome). I put my thinly stemmed wine glass on the coffee table... worry-free. I put toys away... and they stayed there. I watched the nightly news (in its entirety!) without missing one word (I didn't even need to turn on the closed-capture to hear over whining). And, after 8PM, I realized I could turn up the volume and all the lights since there was no fear of waking up a kid. It was all rather liberating. The simple things that made me a sane person were all back in my possession again... and it was FABULOUS!
I then painted the front door red (after wanting to do this for 5 years) and called it a night by leaving the paint supplies out. After all, no one would get into them the next morning!
Wednesday was leisurely getting ready for work since there was just me in the bathroom and no one to help with a breakfast waffle. After work, a drink with an old co-worker at a new bar.
Thursday, running late for work since I decided to really push it and hit snooze for half an hour. A post-work met-up with 3 gal-pals for seafood dinner and bottles of wine out at a great restaraunt. I then coaxed one of the girls to join me on the screened-in porch for another glass of wine before calling it a night.
Friday, my morning routine is like it was 10 years ago with me taking too long to get ready with little time to utilize. After work, mad errand running ensues: finally selling jeans to Plato's Closet, going to the mall to get a friend a gift certificate at Anne Taylor's The Loft (and me dashing through the sale items to find black pants and 2 shirts, score!), going to a wood furniture store and finding a pub set I want for our kitchen, and TJMaxx where I buy things I don't need but really want and finding a pretty scarf for a co-worker currently fighting breast cancer (she's in chemo and had to shave her head, awful, I know). Evie would NEVER have kept up with me without throwing a fit and I would have never accomplished all that in the 2 hours it took me. Who-hoo! There is nothing like an unchained mom to max out her free-time and to do it all amazingly well. We so rarely get these moments that we are masters at staying on target when the time calls.
I then quickly raced home to let out the dog, change clothes and drove to an old co-workers' house for taco night and wine. I stayed till midnight (a mom would never do this knowing she had to get up the next morning to deal with a very active toddler who doesn't understand the need for periodic quiet-times).
So, here we are to today. Saturday. I haven't even looked at the itinerary for the flight's arrival yet. I know they leave Ohio at 1PM so I have until then to look at it, *wink*. Until then, Beastie Boys will be playing while I rifle through the entire house for a yard sale next weekend. I hope this takes me 1/3 the time I have allotted (cause, again, my time tables are all inflated to include an active kid reaching for my finger to go read in the corner with her). I'm planning on eating something out for lunch... some place Rob would never agree to go to... before heading to the airport for my life to return to normal.
Having my old life back again was like a head trip down memory lane (and very fun doing all the things I never have the complete freedom to do anymore!) but I do miss story time and getting tight hugs around my neck.
Today, Rob and Evie come back home!
I'm excited.... and then not-so excited. :-)
Leaving Rob and Evie at the airport security gate was grueling. After holding her throughout the terminal.... smelling her hair and squeezing her hands in my anxiety of the pending good-bye's... I thought this time "off" would just be unbearable. Fortunately, the plan ride was outstanding. the new of Evie sleeping on Rob's lap the entire trip was music to my ears. I relaxed a wee bit.
The day they left I spent the morning at the coffee shop doing some work. After I dropped them off, I switched cars to give my car a wash, oil change and new headlights. I worked on my laptop at the garage and realized I'd never get through the HUGE and daunting list of things I thought I would accomplish while they were gone.
Dinner was leftovers (which stinks) and I ate it on the couch with no dirty little fingers trying to swipe something off the edge of my plate (which was awesome). I put my thinly stemmed wine glass on the coffee table... worry-free. I put toys away... and they stayed there. I watched the nightly news (in its entirety!) without missing one word (I didn't even need to turn on the closed-capture to hear over whining). And, after 8PM, I realized I could turn up the volume and all the lights since there was no fear of waking up a kid. It was all rather liberating. The simple things that made me a sane person were all back in my possession again... and it was FABULOUS!
I then painted the front door red (after wanting to do this for 5 years) and called it a night by leaving the paint supplies out. After all, no one would get into them the next morning!
Wednesday was leisurely getting ready for work since there was just me in the bathroom and no one to help with a breakfast waffle. After work, a drink with an old co-worker at a new bar.
Thursday, running late for work since I decided to really push it and hit snooze for half an hour. A post-work met-up with 3 gal-pals for seafood dinner and bottles of wine out at a great restaraunt. I then coaxed one of the girls to join me on the screened-in porch for another glass of wine before calling it a night.
Friday, my morning routine is like it was 10 years ago with me taking too long to get ready with little time to utilize. After work, mad errand running ensues: finally selling jeans to Plato's Closet, going to the mall to get a friend a gift certificate at Anne Taylor's The Loft (and me dashing through the sale items to find black pants and 2 shirts, score!), going to a wood furniture store and finding a pub set I want for our kitchen, and TJMaxx where I buy things I don't need but really want and finding a pretty scarf for a co-worker currently fighting breast cancer (she's in chemo and had to shave her head, awful, I know). Evie would NEVER have kept up with me without throwing a fit and I would have never accomplished all that in the 2 hours it took me. Who-hoo! There is nothing like an unchained mom to max out her free-time and to do it all amazingly well. We so rarely get these moments that we are masters at staying on target when the time calls.
I then quickly raced home to let out the dog, change clothes and drove to an old co-workers' house for taco night and wine. I stayed till midnight (a mom would never do this knowing she had to get up the next morning to deal with a very active toddler who doesn't understand the need for periodic quiet-times).
So, here we are to today. Saturday. I haven't even looked at the itinerary for the flight's arrival yet. I know they leave Ohio at 1PM so I have until then to look at it, *wink*. Until then, Beastie Boys will be playing while I rifle through the entire house for a yard sale next weekend. I hope this takes me 1/3 the time I have allotted (cause, again, my time tables are all inflated to include an active kid reaching for my finger to go read in the corner with her). I'm planning on eating something out for lunch... some place Rob would never agree to go to... before heading to the airport for my life to return to normal.
Having my old life back again was like a head trip down memory lane (and very fun doing all the things I never have the complete freedom to do anymore!) but I do miss story time and getting tight hugs around my neck.
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