4.18.2006

Poops n Grins

That's what I should've named this blog. I'm getting Gabe ready for his a.m. nap. So I get in the recliner & start nursing him. That's when Flynn decides that for the 2nd time in 10 minutes, she'd take her pants & diaper off. Gabe is highly distractable, so I dare not stop nursing him, then reattempt another nursing session to nap. So, I "yell quietly" (oxymoron?), "put your diaper back on, right now." Yet another example of my fine empty threats I've been known to make from my nursing nook. She knows I'm not getting up, I know I'm not, Gabe knows it.
So she tools around the kitchen, barebutted, looking out windows. A few minutes goes by & Gabe's starting to drift off & that's when I hear it, "Wook (look) mom! Wook what I have!" That's when I see it...
A big mushy, made-by-a-two-year-old-who-should-be-potty-trained, turd.
Happy Monday.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am so proud, happy and sometimes I feel a little sorry for my extraordinary wife, who with barely lasting nerves is able to stay home and watch first hand, unlike many other moms, our children grow up. It eases my mind knowing that I am leaving my kids with hands down, no question about, my overwhelming choice, no other could better care giver to my children money (or obviously no money... to be found anywhere) can buy. Amy-I love you and thank you for the sacrifice you make for the love of our family.
Love,
Jeff

Anonymous said...

Children are so unpredictable! They definitely know when Mom is otherwise occupied and cannot get to them immediately. My kids always sense when I am on the telephone or busy with office work because that is when they do strange and off the wall stuff!

Love your story!