Monday, May 25, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Seriously. . .
Here we are, nearly 8 months later, and the poo stories still reign.
Trey still only poos about once to twice a week. But now, he will poo all day long. He'll do one (yes, one, only one poo in his diaper) in the morning, a few hours later do another, then do another around dinnertime.
Today was apparently his day to poo. I thought I was safe this time. Trey pooed. Just one poo. So I started changing him and when I wiped his little bum, I had to keep wiping because the wipe was still dirty, even though it should have been clean. OH NO! He was doing ANOTHER poo. Right into the wipe. I shouted for Patrick because I was sure I was going to need help, assuming they were going to keep coming.
However, he did just the one. And let me tell you, his dad was proud. What is it with boys and poo? I swear, they bonded over this and cracked up at mom. Women just don't get it, I guess.
Trey still only poos about once to twice a week. But now, he will poo all day long. He'll do one (yes, one, only one poo in his diaper) in the morning, a few hours later do another, then do another around dinnertime.
Today was apparently his day to poo. I thought I was safe this time. Trey pooed. Just one poo. So I started changing him and when I wiped his little bum, I had to keep wiping because the wipe was still dirty, even though it should have been clean. OH NO! He was doing ANOTHER poo. Right into the wipe. I shouted for Patrick because I was sure I was going to need help, assuming they were going to keep coming.
However, he did just the one. And let me tell you, his dad was proud. What is it with boys and poo? I swear, they bonded over this and cracked up at mom. Women just don't get it, I guess.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
EMERGENCY!
Ok, yes, about a million things have happened since I last blogged, but I've just been saving up my funny stories.
Trey is just now getting over the flu. Patrick had it, I had it, then Trey had it. He's taken far, far longer to get over his sickness than either of his parents took, but he's being way less of a baby about being sick than his daddy. Oh, and his mommy.
The other morning, as my wonderful husband was letting me sleep in, I awoke to him screaming, "EMERGENCY!! EMERGENCY!!" in the living room. Panicked, I jumped out of bed and raced into the living room, in only my underwear, with visions of broken bones and bloodied gashes. As I stood in the middle of the room, (almost) naked as a jaybird, I realized the EMERGENCY was. . .puke. Yes. Trey had projectile vomited three times, and Patrick, not knowing what to do, decided to give me a heart attack in order to get me out of bed as quick as possible so I could direct him in what to do. Or do it for him. So I cleaned it up.
Next time he yells EMERGENCY!, I'll put pants on first.
Trey is just now getting over the flu. Patrick had it, I had it, then Trey had it. He's taken far, far longer to get over his sickness than either of his parents took, but he's being way less of a baby about being sick than his daddy. Oh, and his mommy.
The other morning, as my wonderful husband was letting me sleep in, I awoke to him screaming, "EMERGENCY!! EMERGENCY!!" in the living room. Panicked, I jumped out of bed and raced into the living room, in only my underwear, with visions of broken bones and bloodied gashes. As I stood in the middle of the room, (almost) naked as a jaybird, I realized the EMERGENCY was. . .puke. Yes. Trey had projectile vomited three times, and Patrick, not knowing what to do, decided to give me a heart attack in order to get me out of bed as quick as possible so I could direct him in what to do. Or do it for him. So I cleaned it up.
Next time he yells EMERGENCY!, I'll put pants on first.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Mommyless Monday
Today, daddy and Trey are spending the ENTIRE day together. This is a fairly new event and today, a weekday, is an exception because Patrick normally works during the week. However, he worked on Saturday in lieu of working today, Monday. Hence, his time at home with his son. It was so exciting to get out of bed this morning knowing that I could leisurely get ready for work without worrying about packing a diaper bag or having to rush before Trey woke up. The alarm clock, set for 5:30, buzzed (vibrated) until 5:38, when Patrick nudged me and said, "I think the alarm is going off." I was dreaming that the alarm was going off and I couldn't find it anywhere. Apparently, I was sleepy because I never, ever sleep through the alarm.
The past few weeks, Patrick has had many opportunities to bond with Trey; recently, they spent most of the afternoon and evening together when I had to work the golf tournament, Sunday morning, I shopped a kid's consignment sale for several hours (I know! HOURS!) and I've been running various errands in the evenings sans baby.
I'm sure I'll come home to a gigantic mess; dishes in the sink, baby toys/blankets/clothes/burp rages strewn all about the house, and whatever the dog and cats have managed to drag into the living room as well. But, I find much comfort in knowing that this mess is a result of dad never taking his attention away from Trey. I'll take a sink full of dishes any day if it means that my wonderful husband and son are getting quality time together!
The past few weeks, Patrick has had many opportunities to bond with Trey; recently, they spent most of the afternoon and evening together when I had to work the golf tournament, Sunday morning, I shopped a kid's consignment sale for several hours (I know! HOURS!) and I've been running various errands in the evenings sans baby.
I'm sure I'll come home to a gigantic mess; dishes in the sink, baby toys/blankets/clothes/burp rages strewn all about the house, and whatever the dog and cats have managed to drag into the living room as well. But, I find much comfort in knowing that this mess is a result of dad never taking his attention away from Trey. I'll take a sink full of dishes any day if it means that my wonderful husband and son are getting quality time together!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Unpredictable
Babies are so unpredictable. Or, rather, they make the lives of everyone around them unpredictable. There is no better indication of this trait in Trey than when we went to the photographer a few weeks ago to get our family photos taken. Trey, as many of you know, turns into a stone-faced baby as soon as the camera comes out. This day was no different, unfortunately. AND, he was grumpy and fell asleep about halfway through the session. So what did Brian the photographer do? He just took photos of us while the baby was sleeping. He did get some WONDERFUL photos, despite having Mr. Grumpy Trey as a subject. And dad isn't so excited about photos either, but Brian is so great at just adjusting to the circumstance that he got great photos of dad, too.Check out the online gallery to view the rest of our photos!
http://brianmclernon.com/
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Dad's Own Device
Dads usually find a different way of entertaining/playing with their child and Patrick is certainly no exception. While mom tends to ruin the fun: "Don't let him watch TV! Don't let him touch that! Don't let him. . .Don't let him. . .Don't let him. . .", Patrick seems to be much better at just letting Trey be, well, a baby. Stuff that I would never in a zillion years think of, much less let Trey play with, Patrick happily discovers is a wonderful pastime for the baby.
The other morning, Patrick let me sleep in (as is starting to be the usual custom for Saturday mornings). Mind you, sleeping in is catching a nap between 6:15 and 6:57, the time between Trey waking up and then, subsequently, getting hungry and tired. Trey and I happily fell back asleep for another hour once he got his morning snack, and upon awakening, I discovered that his hands were a little. . .black. Like he'd been coloring with charcoal. Or maybe it was the light. I wasn't quite sure, until Patrick heard us wake up and threw the door open to proudly display the ripped up sports page. Huh? It's pretty normal for the kitten to attack the newspaper and tear it to shreds, usually before we get the chance to read it. Well, APPARENTLY, Trey loves ripping up the newspaper. Patrick inadvertently discovered this exciting new talent of Trey's when, upon reading Metro, Trey reached over and ripped the page practically in half. So, he let him rip up the sports page, since he knew I wouldn't be interested in reading it when I woke up.
Now, our new plan is to make reading the paper a family activity. I should be thankful what Patrick can do when left to his own device. . .
The other morning, Patrick let me sleep in (as is starting to be the usual custom for Saturday mornings). Mind you, sleeping in is catching a nap between 6:15 and 6:57, the time between Trey waking up and then, subsequently, getting hungry and tired. Trey and I happily fell back asleep for another hour once he got his morning snack, and upon awakening, I discovered that his hands were a little. . .black. Like he'd been coloring with charcoal. Or maybe it was the light. I wasn't quite sure, until Patrick heard us wake up and threw the door open to proudly display the ripped up sports page. Huh? It's pretty normal for the kitten to attack the newspaper and tear it to shreds, usually before we get the chance to read it. Well, APPARENTLY, Trey loves ripping up the newspaper. Patrick inadvertently discovered this exciting new talent of Trey's when, upon reading Metro, Trey reached over and ripped the page practically in half. So, he let him rip up the sports page, since he knew I wouldn't be interested in reading it when I woke up.
Now, our new plan is to make reading the paper a family activity. I should be thankful what Patrick can do when left to his own device. . .
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