My phone rang at work a few moments ago and the Caller ID showed it was Little B's daycare. My first thought was, "Oh shit, please don't tell me to pick him up!" Turns out it wasn't an emergency (thank goodness), the teacher just had a quick question for me. As I hung up the phone and returned to focusing on my work (aka playing FB scrabble) it occurred to me that possibly a more appropriate reaction upon seeing that Little B's daycare was calling would be "Oh my gosh! I hope he's ok!"
And the best part is, when I called B to tell him that daycare called he asked, "Did you answer the phone?"
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Joys of Parenthood..
Ok, Ok! I'll post this morning's adventure!
All I can say is I didn't need coffee to wake up this morning. It wasn't because Little B slept through the night. B was still in the shower when I finished feeding Little B and we were reading Guess How Much I Love You as we do every morning and he was just so precious and snuggly in my arms when.... HE HAD A BLOWOUT ALL OVER ME! I was covered in diarrhea and B, hearing my screams and gags came running out of the shower with shaving cream all over his head. "Thank god this is not me" was written all over his face, but he's apparently learned something in the past 9 years and didn't voice this out loud. He grabbed Little B to start cleaning him off and I jumped up to take off my clothes and soak them (thank you OxyClean!). I dripped shit everywhere. Upon hearing me scream, the dogs came over to make sure I was alright. Then they smelled the shit. And saw the shit. And promptly high-tailed it to the other end of the house where they sat in the doorway with eyebrows furrowed saying,"It wasn't me this time, I swear." B and I were both gagging and cleaning poop from every possible surface and there was Little B just laying on his changing table smiling, cooing and giggling.
When he was dropped off at daycare this morning Miss Julie commented on what a great mood he was in.
All I can say is I didn't need coffee to wake up this morning. It wasn't because Little B slept through the night. B was still in the shower when I finished feeding Little B and we were reading Guess How Much I Love You as we do every morning and he was just so precious and snuggly in my arms when.... HE HAD A BLOWOUT ALL OVER ME! I was covered in diarrhea and B, hearing my screams and gags came running out of the shower with shaving cream all over his head. "Thank god this is not me" was written all over his face, but he's apparently learned something in the past 9 years and didn't voice this out loud. He grabbed Little B to start cleaning him off and I jumped up to take off my clothes and soak them (thank you OxyClean!). I dripped shit everywhere. Upon hearing me scream, the dogs came over to make sure I was alright. Then they smelled the shit. And saw the shit. And promptly high-tailed it to the other end of the house where they sat in the doorway with eyebrows furrowed saying,"It wasn't me this time, I swear." B and I were both gagging and cleaning poop from every possible surface and there was Little B just laying on his changing table smiling, cooing and giggling.
When he was dropped off at daycare this morning Miss Julie commented on what a great mood he was in.
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