This might be too graphic for everyone except grandparents and fellow moms, so I’ll start by saying that Derek has uploaded several more videos to youtube. Check them out!
So today has been defined by poop. It actually started last night, when we had an hour and a half not-pooping-on-the-potty incident that ended with Derek throwing up his hands, putting the potties away, and telling Tommy that if he wanted to be a baby, by gum, he’d be back in diapers for a week to remember how awful it is.
So this morning Derek woke up with a 101.5 fever. So he stayed home and in bed all day. But Tommy was up at the crack of dawn, having wet his sheets but happy as a clam. At breakfast, I tried to get him to sit with his bottom on his chair, but he wanted to kneel because he’d been poopy “for several hours.” Poop #1 was probably a combination of everything he didn’t let out last night as well as a ton more. It took four and a half tries to flush it down the toilet. After lunch, Tommy’s sheets were still in the dryer, so I made him a little nest in the corner and told him to have quiet rest time there. When I let him out an hour and a half later, he was naked. He’d taken off his poopy diaper (and the liner) and had stepped in them, then pranced around his room. Yeah. Derek emerged from the bedroom to give me moral support while I wiped up the poop I could see. He cleaned off Tommy and remarked that it’s a good thing I’m borrowing a special carpet/upholstery cleaner thing from Diane tomorrow to clean up the lotion Tommy spread over his room during Quiet Rest Time last week. Now I can just clean the poop off the rug, too. Then huge poop #3 happened in the bathtub, after dinner. I was drying Lizzie off and getting her lotioned up and into pajamas, when suddenly Tommy appeared in his towel and told me he had to get out of the bathtub because the water was poopy. And was it ever. I am SO glad I’d already gotten the Little One out. I hosed Tommy off again in our shower while my feverish hero emerged once again to clean out the tub. Because that’s what heroes do.
I think maybe we should talk sometime soon. You need mommy-conversation.
And I had to laugh… particularly at the 4 times trying to flush… that happens to us with Sam ALL the time. It’s because (and again, sorry non-moms who read this) he sits on it and the poop becomes this pancake that won’t flush down the toilet. So the only thing to do is wait… OR, as I recently learned, pour some dish soap in there, let it sit for about 10 minutes, then pour hot tap water in, wait a few more minutes and flush. It worked like a charm. Apparently the dish soap makes everything slippery. Huh. Gross. I am glad this is my life now. What did I talk about before?!?!
wow, i am so sorry!
Kristen, seriously…what did we talk about in college? I’m pretty sure we didn’t talk about poop. =)
Oh my, I will be praying for you and Tommy!