"LOOK, MOMMA!"

I had my first poop insident as a mom last week.  I laid my sweet little innocent boy down for a nap in just his t-shirt, socks and diaper.  We had been playing hard and he was hot so i thought it would help him sleep better.  2 hours later, I hear him in his room talking to himself as I was nursing Noa.  Usually this just means he is taking his time waking up, maybe reading a book or playing with a toy in his room.  For some odd reason, even though he is in a big boy bed now, he still won't come out of his room when he wakes up with out me going in to get him.  Anyhow.  I finished nursing the baby and go in to get him.  Half way down the hall I smell what must have been the biggest poopy diaper EVER.  I walk in the room, take one look and a boy, a bed, and everything on the bed covered in s-h-you know what.  He says, ever so cutely really, "Look Momma!  Poop EVERYWHERE!".  Yes, yes it was.  I think I stood there for a full 30 seconds not knowing quite what to do.  Do I strip him first?  Do I strip the bed? Do I throw everything including him into the car wash down the street?  Finally my maternal instincts kicked in, I got Branson in the shower (where he screamed like I was torturing him.) with a lot of soap, got him out and dressed, and told him, "DO NOT COME IN THIS ROOM WHILE I CLEAN UP! POOP STAYS IN YOUR DIAPER OR IN THE BIG BOY POTTY!!!!!".  His reply was a sweet smile with, "momma clean up poop everywhere!".  Yes, yes I did.  I had to throw away his favorite turtle/star night light (thank God he found Genoa's ladybug one, or I would have had to go to the store after that), I Clorox wiped everything even if it was 10 feet away from the poop and had none on it, and then I started the 3 loads of laundry, which I had just done the day before.  All the while Branson was all smiles, as if he knew this was something I had to experience as a mom to a terrible 2-er.  Of course I was FUMING.  When my life saver (aka the babysitter) got here I think I said something to the effect of "me go gym" and I left.  30 minutes later and sweat pouring down my back, I got in my car and had a good chuckle about the situation.  Branson proceeded to tell EVERYONE what he did, and that now he knows poop stays in the diaper or big boy potty.  And everyone had a good laugh at my expense.  Including myself.  I'm pretty sure almost every kid does something like this.  Especially a 2 year old boy, who is really almost potty trained and really into anything and everything.  I'm just thankful he didn't eat it.  At least I don't think he did.

2 MONTHS

Yesterday my baby girl turned 2 months old!  We had a nice visit to the Dr.  Ok, it wasn't so nice because she was getting her shots, and it hurt my feelings a little more than it hurt hers.  She is 10 lbs 10 oz's, and 23 inches long!  Big girl!  Healthy though, of course.  Dr. Pat said I should obviously not worry about her reflux too much, since she is growing so well.  So she got her shots, and later that evening had a terrible reaction.  He leg was swollen, hot, red, and in pretty bad pain.  She would scream at the slightest movement or touch, and ran a fever of about 100 until 2 am.  We also took Branson with us because I was pretty sure he had a sinus/ear infections.  Which he does.  But he also "might have a foreign object in his ear".  WHAT???? "It kind of looks like a BB.  Perfectly spherical."  Holy SH*T!  Dear lord lets hope not!  So we go back to get that checked out in 2 weeks.  Yay.  Can't wait.


Here is Noa at 2 months old! Smiley Girl :)