Wuthering Hyders

Poo-palooza

I never expected to get so much for Mother's Day this year. I got the usual cards and kisses, but along with my gifts my children gave me several "presents" of their own making. Let me start by saying that in the last few weeks, Perrin has stopped poo-ing on a daily basis and instead holds it all in for days at a time. The result is rather like a volcano erupting. It comes out fast, goes everywhere, the air is nearly un-breatheable, and NOBODY is happy about it. He seems to prefer Sundays for this. Last week he poo-ed and it went all the way up his back to his neck and through both layers of clothing and the blanket! Maybe it's because I like to do the laundry on Saturdays. I don't know. For whatever reason, he attempted to repeat this scenario on Mother's Day. All I can say is that at least it wasn't ALL the way up his back this time. This time I was sneaky and didn't wash the kids' laundry on Saturday so I had a whole load to put his poo-ed on clothes into. ( Score one for Queen Mommy! )

Abby also seemed eager to fill her diapers on Mother's Day. She poo-ed three times! ( Note to self: Potty train the princess. ) The last time was close to bedtime. She had been upstairs watching a movie while Heath and I watched part one of the season finale of "Grey's Anatomy" ( one of our only times together ). She came downstairs sans-diaper and smelling like poo. Heath was kind enough to take care of that one since Perrin was curled up asleep beside me on the couch. He had to go up there again a little later and said it still smelled up there, but he couldn't see any reason why. I discovered the reason at bedtime. Her diaper had leaked onto the sheet and one of the pillows. Of course, it was too late to wash and dry the sheets so I had to put the "good" sheets ( for OUR bed ) that I had just washed on her bed. I hate making the bed. I hate putting the fitted sheet on. I always put it on the wrong way first. It's one of those things I just can't ever remember.

On the bright side, Perrin has poo-ed everyday since then. Maybe he's back on track in that department. I hope so. I hate having to worry about going out of the house on day three or more of one of his poo stand-offs. That's all I need is for it to leak through to the carseat. I'm not even sure the cover comes off, but I AM sure the carseat won't fit in the washing machine. Maybe the dryer, but not the washing machine.

Speaking of washing machines...I don't hear ours running anymore. This means one of two things: ( well, three if you count theft, but that's not very likely ) One, the wash cycle is finished and it's time to put the clothes into the dryer; or two, the washer stopped functioning because we haven't replaced the hoses like we've been supposed to do. I'm really hoping it's one.