Caution: If you don't want to read anything about baby excrement, no matter how mild this post is, stop now. Sorry if it is taboo, but once you have kids, poo just becomes a daily topic of conversation. I'm surprised I haven't blogged about it until now. You've been warned...
Little Buddy and I were on a roll this morning. Not only had we gotten up, eaten our breakfast, and gotten dressed, but I was also able to empty the dishwasher and do a few loads of laundry! This a really accomplishment with a toddler in the house and I was so excited because we might even make it early to Baby Boot Camp (an accomplishment I rarely achieve)! I packed the truck, even remembering to bring a lunch for Little Buddy, and came to do my last task: Change his diaper.
This is always my last task right before I walk out of the door. I have learned from experience not to change him 15, 10, or even 5 minutes before we leave because he will certainly fill his diaper again before we walk out the front door. Since he had already wet and dirtied several diapers this morning, I assumed I would have a quick diaper change and we would be out the door. I was wrong.
He had pooped. Majorly pooped. In a cloth diaper, of course (we cloth diaper at home and use disposables while we are out), which requires a lot more initial clean up effort than his Pampers. Oh well. Leaving early was just a fleeting dream anyway. Maybe one day. *sigh*
On the bright side of this morning, we had a bit of a miracle. About two weeks ago, we realized that we had lost our handheld video camera. I hate losing things, so this had been driving me nuts. After looking high and low for it, my husband came to the conclusion that Little Buddy had probably gotten ahold of it and thrown it in the trash or recycling and we, none the wiser, had thrown it away. I decided to give it one last ditch effort before I threw in the towel, so I called in the big guns: A quick prayer to St. Anthony. I prayed last night and called my parents and asked them to as well, just hoping against hope to recover the camera. I also added a quick request for a lost sock that had been driving me crazy as well.
This morning, during our super productive streak, I was I folding laundry and Little Buddy was playing. I noticed he had something odd in his hands, so I asked him to bring it to me. It. Was. The. Video. Camera. I was in shock. I have no idea where it came from, but I am truly thankful that it rematerialized. Thank you St. Anthony!
We had fun the rest of the day. We made it to Boot Camp (before the end of the warm up, no less, so there was a bit of success there) and then went to lunch with friends to send off our friends who are moving to California. Before lunch, however, I changed Little Buddy's diaper in the back of the car. After we were done, I sat him down in the car while I put the changing items back into the diaper back. Then this progression of events happened:
"Where are you going Little Buddy?"
"Little Buddy..."
"I want to drive!"
Having fun driving the car (before he was put back into his carseat, an action with which he very vocally disagreed.)
He was a tired little boy when we got home. He slept for a little bit while I unloaded the truck, but then woke up angry. I picked him up and he fell asleep in my arms. I decided that my shower could wait...
Even when you are sweaty and gross, there is nothing better than cuddling a sleeping baby. :)
Night all,
VTB