Riley's Both Ends (eew gross)
Friday, April 13, 2007 by Amy
Here are some pictures of Riley washing her baby's "poopy diaper" in the toilet. Future cloth diaperer, anyone?
So we've had an eventful night. I made a delicious dinner, Riley's favorite, and she refused to eat it saying that her tummy hurt. Now, in my defense, she uses "my tummy hurts" to indicate any abdominal discomfort, whether it's hunger or over-fullness. So I didn't take it seriously. Until she vomitted. Three times. She insisted after the third time that she must be better because she's three so she can only throw up three times. Then she got the trots. Luckily she made it to the potty three or more times. Then she was getting me some peaches from the fridge and toots, and says "Uh-oh! Sorry Mom!" And I say it's okay, when you're sick you sometimes have a toot that turns into poo. She said, "that's funny, a toot that turns into a poop! Like a caterpillar that makes a crysallis and turns into a butterfly!" Ah, my educated child.
Oh, I almost forgot the best part. I was in the middle of changing Avery's diaper when the whole vomitting thing started, so I leave Avery without a diaper to attend to Riley in the bathroom. So Avery is wandering around the kitchen, pees on the floor, slips and falls in the urine, landing with her head in the puddle. One kid covered in vomit and the other covered in pee. Ah, what an evening.
Now Avery is finally sleeping and Riley is burning the midnight oil. She should be exhausted. Firstly from only sleeping eight hours last night and taking a one hour nap. Secondly from the whole barfing thing. I am in bad need of some time to myself.
Currently I am having a conversation with Riley about why we don't hold Roxy. I tell her that if we touch Roxy her tail will fall off. She says, what will happen if her tail falls off? I say, nothing really, she'll just look funny. Then I say, well what would happen if your arm fell off? And Riley says "I will have a peg arm!"
Avery is surely becoming quite the handful, and doing things that Riley is doing. Avery is learning mischief early and from the master. She got the chocolate syrup from the frige, indicated that she wanted a cup from the counter, and then got herself a spoon and starts squeezing the chocolate into the cup. Ah, I'm going to have two supreme mess-makers on my hands.
We have our annual apartment inspection coming up next week, and I mean all next week. Anytime from Monday through Friday. I hope we're one of the early ones just to have it over with. I wouldn't have any problem making the place squeeky clean, but I also have the urge to purge. You know how spring cleaning usually makes a bigger mess at first before it gets better.
I tried a posting on Freecycle today for the first time, although I've been lurking around the group for a while now. I posted an offer for our old Gateway computer. Dude, talk about dozens of email on that one! We'll be rid of it tomorrow. I also posted a wanted for a child's bike. Who knows. Of course, with spring coming, people may not really want to part with their bikes. But we can hope. Enough blogging for now...
So we've had an eventful night. I made a delicious dinner, Riley's favorite, and she refused to eat it saying that her tummy hurt. Now, in my defense, she uses "my tummy hurts" to indicate any abdominal discomfort, whether it's hunger or over-fullness. So I didn't take it seriously. Until she vomitted. Three times. She insisted after the third time that she must be better because she's three so she can only throw up three times. Then she got the trots. Luckily she made it to the potty three or more times. Then she was getting me some peaches from the fridge and toots, and says "Uh-oh! Sorry Mom!" And I say it's okay, when you're sick you sometimes have a toot that turns into poo. She said, "that's funny, a toot that turns into a poop! Like a caterpillar that makes a crysallis and turns into a butterfly!" Ah, my educated child.
Oh, I almost forgot the best part. I was in the middle of changing Avery's diaper when the whole vomitting thing started, so I leave Avery without a diaper to attend to Riley in the bathroom. So Avery is wandering around the kitchen, pees on the floor, slips and falls in the urine, landing with her head in the puddle. One kid covered in vomit and the other covered in pee. Ah, what an evening.
Now Avery is finally sleeping and Riley is burning the midnight oil. She should be exhausted. Firstly from only sleeping eight hours last night and taking a one hour nap. Secondly from the whole barfing thing. I am in bad need of some time to myself.
Currently I am having a conversation with Riley about why we don't hold Roxy. I tell her that if we touch Roxy her tail will fall off. She says, what will happen if her tail falls off? I say, nothing really, she'll just look funny. Then I say, well what would happen if your arm fell off? And Riley says "I will have a peg arm!"
Avery is surely becoming quite the handful, and doing things that Riley is doing. Avery is learning mischief early and from the master. She got the chocolate syrup from the frige, indicated that she wanted a cup from the counter, and then got herself a spoon and starts squeezing the chocolate into the cup. Ah, I'm going to have two supreme mess-makers on my hands.
We have our annual apartment inspection coming up next week, and I mean all next week. Anytime from Monday through Friday. I hope we're one of the early ones just to have it over with. I wouldn't have any problem making the place squeeky clean, but I also have the urge to purge. You know how spring cleaning usually makes a bigger mess at first before it gets better.
I tried a posting on Freecycle today for the first time, although I've been lurking around the group for a while now. I posted an offer for our old Gateway computer. Dude, talk about dozens of email on that one! We'll be rid of it tomorrow. I also posted a wanted for a child's bike. Who knows. Of course, with spring coming, people may not really want to part with their bikes. But we can hope. Enough blogging for now...
