May you live in interesting times.
Tonight there was some minor excitement via poop and a head wound (Unrelated). There could be TMI below, venture at your own risk.
I was chatting a bit on jabber this after noon and showing Quinn some stuff on Honey bees on the internet. We had been on a quest for the information for about 20 minutes, which for a five year old is pretty good. Genna sat on my lap signing 'Flower' over and over, but couldn't quite get the hang of 'Bee'. Cody pinged me and said he was coming home early, so I popped out of my chair put the baby down and went into the living room to finish up some of my chores.
That's when I saw it. Strange like mini brownies with peanut butter chips in them, there on the tile at the threshold. It was kinda surrueal until I realized that the 'chips' were yesterday's caramelized corn.
AhHHH!!!! Coley!!!
Nicoli comes bouncing up. Backwards. Nekkid. He flips around and grins with his eyes squinted shut. I stare bewildered at his be-specked front. Then I realize he has 'finger painted on himself.... with his poop.
There was much scrubbing. The carpet, the floor, the kid and even the wall.
It was very.... icky.
I find later that Nicoli first removed his diaper and set it aside before squatting in and improvised poop circle pattern on the tarazo. How considerate of him, to hit mostly the tile. On the up side I guess he might be ready to potty train. Huummmm, maybe if I paint my toilet the color of the tile....
And to the second bit.
Cody comes home to find me sweeping the living room floor (Our vacuum cleaner was murdered yesterday). I relay the Story above and ask if he'll watch the kids while I take a hot, hot shower. He consents and settles in on the couch with the HP book we've both been reading and I head off.
Yay shower! Yay clean! Curse you poop!
Yes, I had cleaned up myself just as the mess but nothing compares to a hot, hot-shower. Just as I'm about to commence the scrubbing-ist scrubbing that I ever have done. The bathroom door flies open I spin around shocked.
"Quinn hit his head, it's bleeding."
Cody is using his calm but urgent tone, so I know my number of offspring has not bee reduced to, well, two. But still important. I grab a towel and trot dripping into the back hall. Quinn is shaking slightly and staring at the blood on his hand. His hair is slightly matted on one side but the cut is barely oozing. Cody had applied pressure and come to get me, and really if my boy weren't such a bleeder it wouldn't have been anything. He had apparently been trying to get a toy bin from the top bunk, slipped and feel on to the unfortunately edged monstrous toy box. I held him and cooed to him a while and he seemed to brighten.
Since we didn't know how hard he hit or from how high he had fallen it seemed prudent to take him to the local emergency room. We get everyone dressed and I call Ben to get give him the update and he seems skeptical about the Hospital visit. I frankly agreed with him, but thought it better to be safe than sorry.
Most of the ER visit consisted of me chasing the munchkins around the lobby and Coley touching people who, really, didn't want him to touch them and gave me the hairy eyeball as a group. I waited for some one to say something. One thing, so I could jump right down their insensitive throats.
Quinn had fun, talking to the nurses and getting 'bracelets' to wear. He chatted up anyone who would let him and chased his brother around in front of the automatic doors, shreiking in mock shock each time they opened for him.
Genna watched all this grinning or snuggling with Cody or I. Everyone said how cute she was. I told her that she'd have to learn to get by on her brains, she frowned and climbed up my chest to stare at me. Then she pushed my cheeks together until I made a fish face and then kissed me with loud "Mmmmm" noises. She smiled and snuggled back down into my arms, and if she had just delivered an unshakable argument and I should just accept my defeat.
The strongest impression I have left now is holding Quinn on my lap, we were leaned back the the chair and I squeezed him and smelled his hair and was stunned to find that he smelled like pennies. The blood had covered the familiar sent of his shampoo and now his copper coloered hair smelled like... copper.
Everything worked out alright in the end. The poop was cleaned, The Quinn was fine and I got a new vacuum cleaner.
Also see Coley's Gallery of lines.
I was chatting a bit on jabber this after noon and showing Quinn some stuff on Honey bees on the internet. We had been on a quest for the information for about 20 minutes, which for a five year old is pretty good. Genna sat on my lap signing 'Flower' over and over, but couldn't quite get the hang of 'Bee'. Cody pinged me and said he was coming home early, so I popped out of my chair put the baby down and went into the living room to finish up some of my chores.
That's when I saw it. Strange like mini brownies with peanut butter chips in them, there on the tile at the threshold. It was kinda surrueal until I realized that the 'chips' were yesterday's caramelized corn.
AhHHH!!!! Coley!!!
Nicoli comes bouncing up. Backwards. Nekkid. He flips around and grins with his eyes squinted shut. I stare bewildered at his be-specked front. Then I realize he has 'finger painted on himself.... with his poop.
There was much scrubbing. The carpet, the floor, the kid and even the wall.
It was very.... icky.
I find later that Nicoli first removed his diaper and set it aside before squatting in and improvised poop circle pattern on the tarazo. How considerate of him, to hit mostly the tile. On the up side I guess he might be ready to potty train. Huummmm, maybe if I paint my toilet the color of the tile....
And to the second bit.
Cody comes home to find me sweeping the living room floor (Our vacuum cleaner was murdered yesterday). I relay the Story above and ask if he'll watch the kids while I take a hot, hot shower. He consents and settles in on the couch with the HP book we've both been reading and I head off.
Yay shower! Yay clean! Curse you poop!
Yes, I had cleaned up myself just as the mess but nothing compares to a hot, hot-shower. Just as I'm about to commence the scrubbing-ist scrubbing that I ever have done. The bathroom door flies open I spin around shocked.
"Quinn hit his head, it's bleeding."
Cody is using his calm but urgent tone, so I know my number of offspring has not bee reduced to, well, two. But still important. I grab a towel and trot dripping into the back hall. Quinn is shaking slightly and staring at the blood on his hand. His hair is slightly matted on one side but the cut is barely oozing. Cody had applied pressure and come to get me, and really if my boy weren't such a bleeder it wouldn't have been anything. He had apparently been trying to get a toy bin from the top bunk, slipped and feel on to the unfortunately edged monstrous toy box. I held him and cooed to him a while and he seemed to brighten.
Since we didn't know how hard he hit or from how high he had fallen it seemed prudent to take him to the local emergency room. We get everyone dressed and I call Ben to get give him the update and he seems skeptical about the Hospital visit. I frankly agreed with him, but thought it better to be safe than sorry.
Most of the ER visit consisted of me chasing the munchkins around the lobby and Coley touching people who, really, didn't want him to touch them and gave me the hairy eyeball as a group. I waited for some one to say something. One thing, so I could jump right down their insensitive throats.
Quinn had fun, talking to the nurses and getting 'bracelets' to wear. He chatted up anyone who would let him and chased his brother around in front of the automatic doors, shreiking in mock shock each time they opened for him.
Genna watched all this grinning or snuggling with Cody or I. Everyone said how cute she was. I told her that she'd have to learn to get by on her brains, she frowned and climbed up my chest to stare at me. Then she pushed my cheeks together until I made a fish face and then kissed me with loud "Mmmmm" noises. She smiled and snuggled back down into my arms, and if she had just delivered an unshakable argument and I should just accept my defeat.
The strongest impression I have left now is holding Quinn on my lap, we were leaned back the the chair and I squeezed him and smelled his hair and was stunned to find that he smelled like pennies. The blood had covered the familiar sent of his shampoo and now his copper coloered hair smelled like... copper.
Everything worked out alright in the end. The poop was cleaned, The Quinn was fine and I got a new vacuum cleaner.
Also see Coley's Gallery of lines.