Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poopology

So, this week I'm going to write about poop.  We thought J was trained but she has some curious toiletry habits.  Our dear girl waits too long to poo, does a "little nugget" in her pants and keeps on going.  Sometimes she tells us, sometimes she doesn't.  Usually, when she does tell us she screams out loudly "Mommy, I pooped in my pants."  Imagine the response of the staff in a restaurant or the playground.  I thereupon need to take her to the side, go on a fishing expedition for the "nugget" and then put her on the potty where she completes the job.  Then she says, "Mommy, you need to wipe my butt, butt butt!"  She loves to say the word butt or buchee (translation butt cheek) also in a loud voice.  So, this house in inundated with poo in the pants and rear end terminology.  Try this at home, yell "poop" very loudly.  Do you notice how the sound carries?

J has now developed a poop complex.  We were so used to poop success that both K and I are getting frustrated.  So, when J has a successful poop she says "Mommy, are you happy."  So now, she is pooping in the toilet and looking to please us rather than do it because it is unpleasant to have a nugget stuck in her pants.  It is so hard to explain to a almost 4 year old about poop and how it can make you sick.  So, I explained the mechanics of pooping using a tube of toothpaste.  Imagine me, sitting in the bathroom and explaining how poop is stored in a sack in your body and holding Dora the explorer toothpaste, squeezing out the paste to simulate poo.  Yes, lovely!  So, there it is, the science of poopology!

Pictures of the week
 Whole Paycheck!

Mommy, am I bigger than the cat?



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Did I poison her?

It all started when we realized that the millet tasted weird...I mean really weird.  The kind of weird that leaves that back of your throat dry and your nose wrinkling up to your eyeballs.  The thing is, she ate it..the baby that is!  We had mixed the millet with something else and I had (like a good Mommy) tasted it before giving it to her and yes, it tasted a bit odd.  BUT, I was distracted because I was thinking about the phone call from my Mom, who was crying.  There I was in the midst of the kitchen, baby food slung all over baby's face and clothes thinking about my poor Mom.  Julia was making her usual curious demands (I want it cut in triangles, I want to sit next to you Mommy,  I want to do my puzzle) and Ken was talking about a potential renter for our second home.  And baby H, was just opening her mouth as I spooned the horrible mixture and opening again and again.....

So, in short we didn't poison her.  The grinder we used for the millet had wet mold in it that got thoroughly cooked, killing all the potentially harmful organisms within.  I called the doctor twice who kept assuring me that she would throw up within the next 12 hours if it was indeed "bad".  In the meantime, I recreated the cooking of the millet and figured out where we went wrong and even ate some of the millet myself to see if I would throw up too!  (the doctor thought this was crazy thinking!)

All of this brought home to me the HUGE responsibility one has of being a parent.  Do you notice how we just live our lives not thinking of these things and then something like this happens and then WHAMO.  This innocent baby doesn't know any better.  She will indeed eat what I give her.  It could be arsenic or something.

Have you ever fed your baby something bad, accidentally hit their head on the open trunk, spilled  hot liquid on them or anything like this before?  If so, please share your story.

Picture of the week is below.  I hope my daughter doesn't always have to wear a helmet when doing a doodle.








Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Change

A lot of STUFF is going on in my head right now and I'm not ready to share it on this blog YET.  Let's say that I'm percolating like some good coffee.  I'm trying to figure out my career and I must say that everything is so complicated when you have children and having 2 is 2x as complex.  I wish that the complexity was more exciting but it really is a matter of..have we paid that bill, what's for dinner and holy cr%$p you went to Whole Foods and bought THAT!  I think there is a movie called "it's complicated" which was a pretty sexy movie.  My version of complex is not sexy...my version hasn't even taken a shower yet.

Okay, so back to career.  I think that life really changes when you have kids.  I find myself thinking that if I need to be away from them...it better pay well and it better be meaningful.  And, yup here it comes my death thing...at 40, I'm thinking about the end.  What will I be saying to myself about my life right now at the age of 80.  It feels like a great time to make a career change but at the same time a complicated time and then again I think I'm too old to do it.  Then I realize that I get to make the rules here...who said it was too late to do anything?  So, blogites, I'll let you know what happens on this career thing...I'll know in a few months.

In the meantime I'm a walking sleep drunk.  They say that when you haven't slept...it's like being inebriated...this is on the topic of driving.  Well, Ms. Haley has not really turned into the sleeper I had hoped.  I average 6 hours of sleep a night and never do I get more than 6.  The little "bumble bee" knows when I get to bed early and wakes up for an hour in the middle of the night and then gets up at 5am with the birdies.  For a while there,  I forgot how to sleep but I'm back on track now.  I can barely get out of bed in the middle of the night to feed the munchkin.  Haley, when you read this...remember how devoted I was to you!

Here are some pictures of the one man of the house, bathing the girls.  It is the cutest thing ever.  And thus, it is all worth it!