So all two of my viewers know that Sam has had diarrhea for 6 days. I am up to my elbows in poop, washing two fitted sheets a day, car seat covers that are IMPOSSIBLE to remove and re-install, blankies, pjs and towels with poop...so this morning as my bacon is burning because I'm changing Sam who has poop running down the FRONT of his thighs and is even on his toe nails, Jake is lounging in the front room watching cartoons. It ocurred to me that it was time for a "potty break" for him as we are potty training as we speak. When I went to pull his pants down I received the gift of not just pee (with no diaper or undies) but poo as well! The kid was SUCKING HIS THUMB, LAYING BACK ON THE COUCH, ARM BEHIND HEAD with POOP in his pants! So round two, (at 6:45 am) I march him outside to hose him down (I was hoping the cold water would be a wake up call but instead turned into playtime in the water as he giggled "OOOOH, that TICKLES!" Matt's standing in the doorway with naked Sam saying, "isn't that water freezing!?" me-do you have a better idea? Matt-No, but don't forget to put a diaper on the kid with diarrhea, Sam left a surprise for you on the carpet, I've gotta leave for work, have a good day! So back inside for round 3 of poop cleanup (within a 15 minute period). After all that is said and done I find Jake looking snazzy in his half zipped fleece and naked below standing on the top of the slide screaming at the top of his lungs to our lawn guy whose mowing with headphones, "BRIAN! BRIIIIIANNN! I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU!!" He's holding out a rice krispie treat that he sneaked, and all I could think is, I'm sure Brian really wants to except food in the dirty hands of a naked 3 year old! (I was right, he declined). I told Jake I was going to take a shower, we need to take Sam (who is now napping... and crapping, no doubt) for his Dr. app't. When I came out of the bathroom Jake was footpainting with green food coloring ALL OVER the kitchen floor. It's amazing how far one little dropper can go. I dropped my bag in disbelief, noticing the chair positioned next to the counter top which he climbed to reach the very top shelf where I "hide" it. When he saw me, he quickly dropped the dye and goes running through the living room GREEN footprints with each step and hands dripping with dye. I'm yelling, "JAKE, STOP RUNNING!!!" But he knew he was busted so he kept running. When I caught up with him in the hallway he was making a B-line for his newly carpeted bedroom, and I reached out to catch his leg and pull him back just in time. He looked at me timidly and said "are you gonna spank me?" I think I actually said outloud, "ABSOLUTELY!"
Just had to share my fun morning, and I know any mom can appreciate how chaotic things can get. It's pretty comical once you make it through the heat of the moment! The picture of Sam with Matt was just too cute...he loves to sit in our lap when he's done eating breakfast and scrounge for more from us. (not sure where he puts it but the kid EATS!)
