For those with weak stomachs, don't continue reading.
Though I'm sure it can be said a girl could do this too, I don't know of any...
*I posted this awhile back on our personal family blog but had a few updates to add*
If there is poop in our yard, inevitably our youngest will find it. He will step in it. He will feel the texture between his fingers. And then, and only then, will he stop, point, and call for one of us to come scoop it up.
Not only that, but there have been several mornings he's greeted us with wide open hands full of poop when we got him out of his crib. Poop on his jammies, poop on his sheets, poop on his special blankies. Yup.
And...in case that wasn't enough...he took off his diaper at his Grammy's house and pooped on the hot tub cover. He's taken off his diaper and peed on the bouldering pad in the garage. He's taken off his diaper and pooped by the time out chair (shhh...don't tell his daddy!) Uh Huh.
Oh yea, this is also the same kid that has pooped in the tub. Not once. Not twice. Nope. But a total of 5 times. Yea.
AND the other day while I was on the phone he wanted until I cleaned up his already poopy diaper and left him alone for 30 seconds while I grabbed another diaper. Yup, he waited for that moment to poop AGAIN. On his floor. No, not just the floor, but the brand new carpet. The best part? Besides it being medication poop (parent's out there, you know what kind I'm talking about) I was still on the phone, managed to get it cleaned up and chased him in to the tub without letting on to the person I was speaking with on the phone that anything was out of the ordinary. Why? Because let's face it. Around here, that is ordinary :)
Oh boys. And yes, despite my sarcasm, a little poop can't scare this mama away :) He's going to kill me when he gets older and reads that I posted this...
What kinds of crazy stories do you have to tell? I know I'm not the only one so fess up!!
The other day I was asked if I remember what life was life before having kids? Sure, it was quiet, carefree, and without much responsibility. We were able to sleep in (or sleep in general) until our hearts content, make plans on a whim, and our house was always clean. We rarely frequented the doctor.
Our quiet house is now filled with chatter and coos, giggles and baby laughs, I love you mommies and I love you daddies. Our restfulness has been overtaken by sleepless nights and early mornings. Our once clean out has become cluttered with toys, children’s books, and Disney DVDs. Every room has a unique touch of child…small shoes by the door, mini washcloths and potty seat in the bathroom, bibs and highchair in the kitchen, etc. Our plans on a whim have become events, even the smallest outings, meticulously planned weeks in advance (something that can never be understood unless you have kids of your own). As for responsibility? Yikes.And the Doctor visits? We are now on a first name basis. In fact, Kadyn is know as the "child with the most severe allergies in the clinic." Talk about responsibility? Double yikes.
I wouldn’t trade a moment of silence for all the noise our household creates. And I miss the boys when they are sleeping even though I cherish those precious moments. A clean house is no longer at the top of my priority list and all the extra loads of laundry?...I think I spoke to laundry in my last post...I smile as I fold their tiny little clothes thinking of them wearing each outfit (MY and MY HUSBAND'S laundry is another matter).
We are all things boy: trucks, dirt, and bugs. Blue, brown, green. Overalls, crocs, camouflage, polos, baseball hats, and big boy undies. Blocks, trains, cars. Play-doh, Legos, remote control cars. Running, jumping, climbing. Owies, kisses, and Band-Aids. Trikes, wagons, and forts. Frogs, spiders and lizards. Hammers, noise makers and flashlights.
I will miss these days; days of baby cracks, big lights and special blankies. Padded jammies running down the wood floor hallway, endless hugs, and saying each letter “k” as a “t.” Days of baby rolls, all about mommy, and seeing life through the eyes of a child experiencing them for the first time.
Of course there are days that I want to pull my hair out, days that I wonder why God chose me to trust so much, days where I wonder if I will ever sleep a straight 8 hours again and days when I wonder what I am possibly doing wrong. Days I think if I hear one more scream, I will probably go insane. There are days that I need to step away, just to catch my breathe. And that's ok.
Through it all, I am always reminded of how wonderful being a parent is.
What was life like before kids? Boring.
