It seems my toddler has discovered a new habit.
It’s a lovely one, let me tell you.
Since I’m all about back story, here’s the back story to today’s episode.
After my mini-breakdown yesterday, I can’t tell you how overjoyed I was that the fevers were gone, the boys were finally well, and we could go to church.
We actually made it out the door in plenty of time, with Troy singing “BIG KID NURSERY!!! YAY!!” in the back seat (you think he’s been cooped up for two weeks? Nah.) and Merritt giggling and babbling. The morning was wonderful, and afterward we came home, ate lunch, and I put Troy down for a nap.
I heard him talking for a while in his bed, and I could tell he was having a hard time falling asleep. But after only, oh, and HOUR or so, he had drifted off. Merritt took a nap, I got some work done on the computer, and then started getting ready at about 4:50 for the 5:30 evening service. I figured if I was all ready to go, all I’d have to do was get the boys changed and dressed, and we’d probably even have time for me to make a stop at the Starbucks drive-thru to redeem that free coffee from yesterday’s courteous barrista. My bestest friend was coming to stay the night, and she was due to arrive just in time to head out the door.
4:50pm–Merritt woke up from his nap. Changed, dressed and nursed for a whole two minutes. I guess he wasn’t too hungry.
4:58pm–I heard Troy wake up. Perfect. I was ready, Merritt was ready. All I’d need to do was change Troy and we’d head out as soon as Bethany got here.
5:00pm–I walked into Troy’s room. And I smelled it.
Then, through his tears, he held up his hands.
For the second time this week, he’d, uh, “dirtied” his diaper before he fell asleep, and then, for no reason known to man, decided to… I dunno? Check and see if the diaper was really full? I have no clue what the idea was behind this one.
So. I took a deep breath. I looked at the clock. 5:01pm. I looked at my nice skirt and black heels.
Kicking off the heels, I kicked in to mom-mode. Clothes and diaper came off. Bath water turned on. Crying Merritt was given a pacifier and toy. Troy was disciplined, comforted, talked to, and sat in the tub. The front door was answered. Crying baby was handed to my rescuer best friend. Troy was washed, rinsed, repeat… about five times. Taken out of the tub, dried, lotion applied. Dressed in clean clothes. Hair brushed. Sheets, blankets, pillow case, and stuffed animals tossed in the washer.
Umm, I think we know were he gets it–remember his mother had the same fascination.
Like they say…what goes around, comes around! : ) LOL
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Ha. Ha. Just wait till he starts taking it off and smearing it on the walls. Charity did that a couple times. Fun!!! Fun!!!
Thank God. Stacie was much easier with potty training. When she was ready she started taking hers off right beside the toilet. She pretty much potty trained her self.
This too shall pass. I know you’ll feel like pulling your hair out some days though. I still have those days at times. The best part is you can look back and laugh.
Vickie
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I once asked my mom why she didn’t tell me so much of my “mom life” would be concerned with my children’s bottoms and, um, the products thereof. She said I wouldn’t have believed her.
She was right. I’ve lived through it (am still living through it, in fact) and I still don’t believe it.
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Well…I really wish I wasn’t eating when I read that story but now that I have gotten my food down and everything is going to be ok. Ewwww yuck!!! I guess that does come with being a curious boy. :) I remember this one time watching the Steve’s kids I had put Zack down for a nap and he had been sleeping (or i thought he was sleeping) for a long time so I went to check on him and get this. That little turkey had taken off his shorts and diaper and rubbed his yuckies all over the wall. Guess who got to clean it up??? Thats right yours truly. I was only about 14 or 15. That was the worst!!!
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my youngest cousin b.used to take his diaper off and wave it all around and my aunt was not a happy camper.
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Be glad he isn’t twins. I had a friend whose twin girls would awaken from their naps and explore their diapers. Depending on their moods, the contents might end up as finger paint on the walls or ammunition against one another…
Yes, it happened more than once. My friend was a genius that way. ;)
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Hahaha. I can laugh because, well, my little man got two baths yesterday. One because of poop and one because of peanut butter. Yeah… this is a fun age. ;-)
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Thank you for the email, I am sorry if I offended you, I will try to do better
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Hey Ash it’s Tiffany but this is my moms blog. What a rookie I am!!
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Oh my, the joys of parenting little ones. I remember when my oldest painted my second son with it, the TV screen and the wall. When I caught him he said, “The paint ‘tinks, Momma.”
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I have no idea what it is but something about little boys and curiosity I guess. My little sister never did this but I had several brothers who were found exactly the same way upon waking up from a nap and well, um, lets just say a little experimentation in finger painting. Ughh. But thankfully little boys and bedding and walls are washable! Love the shirt too, it’s perfect! =)
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(*(*( hug )*)*)
My mother tells the story of my two oldest sisters and their painting episode. Mom had painted the nursery walls and made dotted swiss white curtains for the window, complete with ruffles and whisps. She put the girls down for a nap in separate cribs (they’re 11 months apart…yikes) and went out to hang laundry on the line. After about 15 minutes she came back in to check on them. She opened the nursery door to find the girls giggling and painting the walls, curtains, cribs and themselves…with…you know what.
She laughs about it now, but I bet she sure didn’t back then. ;o)
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Ha ha!!!! Fortunately I never went through that with my kids, but my poor mother went through it with my brother. In his case, he thought he was Picaso and painted the walls with it. Isn’t that nice?
~Kristi
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Ugh! My mom has told me MANY times about the fun I had “fingerpainting” after I’d gotten into the diaper pail during my “nap time”. Thankfully Lily has not discovered this…yet! By the way…Lily is in LOVE with Elmo. I’m dying to know where you got those slippers!
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Because if we told you there might not be a Troy or Merr Merr. Just kidding! Besides like your mom side pay back! Can’t wait until it’s my turn with Kyle, he use to do that all the time. It must be a boy thing. I guess that means I get to do it again. Ok now I’m sorry!
But you handled it like a true champ :) Way to go girl!!
Oh and by the way it’s me,
Aunt Sheri! pretty Cool ya! Tif set me up, I’m a blogger now!
Love You so much :))))
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hmmmm….I guess this might be what I have to look forward to once I have little kiddies! cute pictures! =)
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hahahahahahahahaaa that pic CRACKED me UP…the #2 story, well, it hits so close to home that all I can do is sigh and nod in understanding :)love you!!
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