I got a big shock yesterday.
I entered the twins' room to get them up from their nap. I rounded the corner and was met by Ben, saying "Yucky, Mommy!" and holding his poopy diaper in his hands out over the edge of the crib for me to see.
That's right, it was not on his body, it was in his hands. There was a large, lovely pile on the sheet that had been walked in and stomped around a little. He had dried poop on his foot, so I have no idea if he slept naked in a sea of nastiness.
I scooped him up, took him to the changing table and tried to clean him up, all the while I hear "Yucky, Mommy!" behind me as Grant was imitating his brother's earlier sentiments.
What I didn't know was that while I was cleaning Ben, Grant was also mirroring the activity that had brought Ben to the "Yucky, Mommy!" phase of this little game. I finished cleaning up Ben and turned to see a stark naked Grant, holding his diaper out to me as well. And then I thanked God he was not poopy.
By the way, I am finally able to upload pictures! So I took a picture of the poopy mess. It is at the end of this post, since the computer won't let me place the picture where I want it.
I was not planning on heating the house further by doing laundry at three o'clock on an eighty degree day, but I did. We had put the air conditioner in the window the night before, and it had been going since nine am, but the house was still sweltering. It was not until after my impromptu load of laundry that I realized that the air conditioner had been on the 'fan' setting instead of the 'cool' setting, and had been blowing warm, outside air into the house all day.
Because there's nothing better on a hot day than blasting hot air into a stuffy house filled with children trying to take a nap before their mother loses it.
Yesterday was just one of those days. I know that all moms have them, the ones where you just survive and try not to take your kids to the supermarket and put them in a box marked "Free Kittens" in the hope that some kind hearted person with very poor eyesight will not notice that they are not kittens and take them home.
I am trying to sleep train baby Drew so that he can sleep at night without a boob. He thinks he must nurse all night, and I need to break that habit as he fusses whenever he loses the latch and I wake up about twelve to fifteen times a night to get him back on. We got into this habit when he was screaming all night, but now removing citrus from my diet has helped that immensely. But he still wakes every half hour to forty five minutes, and I am still exhausted.
The night before last was the first night of "No boob till six am," and he screamed. From about twelve thirty to three, he screamed, but I stuck to it, knowing that this will be horrid for a few days, but then he might (gasp!) actually sleep through the night! We will see how it goes.
But in the meantime, there might be some very random posts on here, as it has been proven that the more exhausted I get, the crazier I am.
Just crazy enough to actually let you all believe I would take a picture of poop and put it on my blog. Really, did you actually believe that? I may be shameless at times, but I do have standards, people! That's just nasty! No, the pictures are not working yet, that was a lie. But I know I had a few of you freaked out for a minute there, and that brings a smile to my very tired face.