can i only pick ONE moment from the past week?! ok, ok...i'll keep it simple. for the scum-teenth time this past week, i had to clean up a poopy son. omg, what is with boys?! ok,ok...in his defense...with emily's delays-its possible that she may have engaged in this type of behavior(after all, my mom keeps reminding me how i used to play in the toilet...thanks mom) anyhoodle, i'll set the scene...
david is sleeping like an angel...for nearly 2 1/2 hours...bliss. not sure what i was doing...for arguments sake, let’s just say i was being productive(even though i was probably sitting on the couch under a blanket..shhh.). it was quiet...too quiet...like all of the times before. seriously...i have not learned my lesson yet. finally hearing a little babbling...i climbed the stairs...smelling that familiar smell as soon as i got to the top. i didn't want to go in. sure enough...there he was...covered in poop...again.
my mommy strength kicked in and in the blink of an eye, i whirled him off to the tub, holding only two of his fingers. at least he was already naked, i didn't have to figure out how to peel his clothes off without smearing it any further. after his hosing off, he played for a bit. i think its all a part of his evil plan...playing in poop=a bath...he loves a good bath. punk.
he will have the cleanest sheets in town if he keeps this up! as i sit writing this, he is awake, in his crib...no doubt plotting his next move against me.
he's got trouble written all over that cute little face of his!