So I seem to blog about poop quiet often. In fact one time, the "Crap Blog Detector" commented on my blog, he said I must be "terribly dull to have to blog about poop", while I agree, my first thought was "WELL, you are the CRAP blog detector" I was honestly momentarily confused that someone may just like blogs about crap. If you are new to my blog, here is the link to the first poop blog:
www.kendallandjosh.blogspot.com/2009/11/battle-of-flying-poop.html
Anyway, yes. I blog about poop. But my life involves a LOT of it. One day, Lyla pooped in THREE clean diapers in a ROW! We'd change her, pick her up, she'd poop, we'd change her, pick her up, poop, we'd change her...you get the picture. And really, this is my life most mornings, she only likes to keep a clean diaper for oh, two minutes...Jaxon poops all over my yard, which results in me cleaning poop off the bottom of shoes and picking it up out of my yard. Carson poops a lot also. I'm pretty sure I found some dried up on my wall the other day. That's just nasty. And these days Carson is totally preferring to poop in the potty. Which leads me to my first story.
I left Josh alone during bath and bedtime the other day to go get my hair done. I was pretty worried, but Josh assured me he was fine. "Ok", I thought, "he is the dad"... So I left. And only checked in once, and J said it was all going fine and to enjoy myself. When I got home I got the REAL story.
Like I said, C likes to go in the potty to poo. So he told Josh that he had to go poo. Josh, who was holding a screaming Lyla, said "ok buddy, let me put Lyla down", but when he turned around, Carson had already began. Well, apparently, Josh didn't CONFIRM what C meant when he said "go poo poo". I know that means two things, one, "I want to go poo poo", two "I just went in my pants." Unfortunately for Josh, C meant number two. Josh walked into the bathroom to find Carson climbing onto the potty streaming the poo, that WAS in his pants, all over the toilet. Carson was also in the process of "wiping" which meant poo was on his hands also. SO. Josh grabed him up and just guess what he did! He put him in MY BATHTUB!!!! And apparently, there was some left over poop on his bottom that fell out IN MY BATHTUB! BTW, Lyla is still screaming through all of this and was brought into the bathroom and put in her boppy to witness. There was more to this story, but I think I stopped listening when I started imaging poop IN MY BATHTUB.
But Carson DOES go poo in the potty quiet a bit. And when he does, we sing a little song, "Carson poo pooed in the potty, poo poo in the potty, YEA Carson!" Well, the singing of this little song leads to my next story.
Josh took Carson into a bathroom at a gas station. J walked in to find the urinal (spelling? I have never tried to spell that word before) taken up by two large truckers. So Josh leads Carson into the stall. He doesn't bother shutting the door, I guess cause guys just go in front of each other, gross. Anyway, Josh asks Carson to stand back and to not touch anything. Josh continues to go pee- NO NOT POO! About half way through J's potty break, he hears "YEA DADDY! Pee pee in the potty! Pee pee in the potty! Yea Daddy!" And of course, he also hears the truckers, laughing and mocking "yea Daddy! Pee pee in the potty!" Of course, Josh misses the potty b/c he is laughing so hard at the whole scene. FUNNY!
SO, poop, I feel is QUIET entertaining Mr. Crap Blog Detector.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Modern %#*&@# Technology
So we have fell victim to modern technology with our new baby. When buying a monitor this time, we actually researched and ended up getting one that detects movements. Now, when I first read this, I read it as "alerts you when baby moves". And I was like, "Come on! I don't need to be alerted every time she MOVES!" But then Josh corrected me and told me that it monitors babies movement and alerts me when she doesn't move for 20 seconds. Sounds good right? I debated between this and video monitor and decided that I'd rather be alerted if she stops breathing than look at her while she sleeps.
We moved Lyla out of our room last week and got the monitor all set up. Of course, we had to have some test runs. We figured we would test it out by taking the baby out of her bed and if it goes off then were happy. So we did, and sure enough, all kinds of alarms started going off every where. NOTE: if you are going to fall victim to modern technology, make sure you are smart enough to work it. Josh and I scrambled back and forth between monitors, the receiver, pushing buttons like crazy, just to turn the thing off. We finally get it off and rather than being content, I decide we should test it again... NOW, mind you, I barely even USED a monitor with Carson... Anyway, again we layed her down and again we picked her up and again alerts went off every where that we could not control. "Ok. I think it works" I said.
That night I went to bed assured that if my baby stopped breathing I would be alerted... ALL OVER THE HOUSE! So I slept. And around 2am, Lyla woke up. I went to get her, got her out of her bed, began to change her diaper, when all those &*#@* alarms started going off again!!! My thoughts as I scrambled around trying to shut the thing off were something like this: "She's not MOVING b/c she's with ME! Can't this *&$#@!$ monitor figure that out??? Isn't there a $#@&*# WEIGHT sensor too!"
After I succeeded in waking up the house I fed her and put her down and went back to sleep. Only to be awaken by that #*@&# monitor. I picked it up and hit it against my bed before I realized "Oh &(#@^$ that means she's not breathing" (by the way, this monitor makes me cuss in my mind a lot). SO, I finally clued in to what was going on and rushed to her room. It was dark, so I couldn't really tell if she was breathing, so of course to be safe I shake her awake. Yep. If she wasn't breathing, she after that! I just hope we have no shaken baby issues to deal with.
Unsettled and AWAKE I went back to bed wondering if she was breathing or not, but decided it didn't matter b/c that thing was going to wake me up!
We slept peacefully for several nights after, then last night I was woken up by the *&^$# alarm again. But this time I was prepared, I jumped out of bed SO FAST, throwing the monitor at Josh to turn off, ran to her room, but this time DID have enough sense to just look and touch first, and she was sleeping like a baby. With my heart beating out of my chest, I then realized that I may had just ripped my stitches out of my incision b/c my tummy when I shot up and ran, which had already been sore from not following Dr's orders. I curled over and fell back on the bed about the time Josh came it. "She's breathing" I told him. "That %^#&@* monitor just made me rip my #*#$& stitches" I THOUGHT (yes, just THOUGHT). "I'll turn the sensitivity up on the thing" Josh said. "WHAT?? The *#%@*# sensitivity was DOWN???" I THOUGHT. "Good idea," I SAID and returned to bed.
NOTE: If it hadn't been for that #%$*@# monitor, I would have only been up once between 9:30pm and 7am...
We moved Lyla out of our room last week and got the monitor all set up. Of course, we had to have some test runs. We figured we would test it out by taking the baby out of her bed and if it goes off then were happy. So we did, and sure enough, all kinds of alarms started going off every where. NOTE: if you are going to fall victim to modern technology, make sure you are smart enough to work it. Josh and I scrambled back and forth between monitors, the receiver, pushing buttons like crazy, just to turn the thing off. We finally get it off and rather than being content, I decide we should test it again... NOW, mind you, I barely even USED a monitor with Carson... Anyway, again we layed her down and again we picked her up and again alerts went off every where that we could not control. "Ok. I think it works" I said.
That night I went to bed assured that if my baby stopped breathing I would be alerted... ALL OVER THE HOUSE! So I slept. And around 2am, Lyla woke up. I went to get her, got her out of her bed, began to change her diaper, when all those &*#@* alarms started going off again!!! My thoughts as I scrambled around trying to shut the thing off were something like this: "She's not MOVING b/c she's with ME! Can't this *&$#@!$ monitor figure that out??? Isn't there a $#@&*# WEIGHT sensor too!"
After I succeeded in waking up the house I fed her and put her down and went back to sleep. Only to be awaken by that #*@&# monitor. I picked it up and hit it against my bed before I realized "Oh &(#@^$ that means she's not breathing" (by the way, this monitor makes me cuss in my mind a lot). SO, I finally clued in to what was going on and rushed to her room. It was dark, so I couldn't really tell if she was breathing, so of course to be safe I shake her awake. Yep. If she wasn't breathing, she after that! I just hope we have no shaken baby issues to deal with.
Unsettled and AWAKE I went back to bed wondering if she was breathing or not, but decided it didn't matter b/c that thing was going to wake me up!
We slept peacefully for several nights after, then last night I was woken up by the *&^$# alarm again. But this time I was prepared, I jumped out of bed SO FAST, throwing the monitor at Josh to turn off, ran to her room, but this time DID have enough sense to just look and touch first, and she was sleeping like a baby. With my heart beating out of my chest, I then realized that I may had just ripped my stitches out of my incision b/c my tummy when I shot up and ran, which had already been sore from not following Dr's orders. I curled over and fell back on the bed about the time Josh came it. "She's breathing" I told him. "That %^#&@* monitor just made me rip my #*#$& stitches" I THOUGHT (yes, just THOUGHT). "I'll turn the sensitivity up on the thing" Josh said. "WHAT?? The *#%@*# sensitivity was DOWN???" I THOUGHT. "Good idea," I SAID and returned to bed.
NOTE: If it hadn't been for that #%$*@# monitor, I would have only been up once between 9:30pm and 7am...
Monday, May 17, 2010
Lyla I Love...
Lyla I love...
that you snuggle up in our neck to get comfy
that you look so much like your brother that I call you Carson on accident
the way you hold your sweet hands together up to your face
that you suck on your finger when you are hungry
that you peck on my cheek if you're real hungry
that you smile sweetly in your sleep
that you make your brother so happy
the way you cuddle on your daddy's chest
that your name fits you so well
that you have the tiniest feet I've ever seen
that you have brought us so much happiness...
I have been trying to memorize so many things about you this past month. The way you smell, the way your soft hair feels on my face, the way your little body fits on my chest, the way you hold my finger while you sleep, the way your little lips feel on my cheek, the way you need me to hold you so you can sleep comfortably, the way you squeak in your sleep, all because I know now how fast it will pass. Soon enough you will have real hair, not fit on my chest, feed yourself and only be cozy in a bed to sleep. You won't need me because you will be strong and independent. I pray that is how you grow to be.
So for now, I will continue to try to freeze moments in my memory- even 2am moments and continue to remind myself in my exhaustion that it will end soon, too soon, restful nights also include a grown baby. Our last baby. Lyla, I love.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Um who are you???
SO, I don't really have a lot of updating to do this week. Lyla is still a baby, still eating, crying, sleeping. You know, the norm. Carson is still 2.... BUT does seem to be coming out of his "Demon Phase". He really started responding in a VERY negative way about a month before Lyla was born. He started hitting at school, not minding, pushing, crying about everything, in fact, he wouldn't even smile in the morning when I would come up to get him. It has been awful!!! But the last week or so he has shown signs of the old Carson, and today when I took him to school, he didn't need to be held or convinced to stay, he just started playing and told me bye. He didn't need me at all!!! Just how I like him to be!!! Secure and happy.
Since that is about all the updates I have I thought I'd share my "SAY WHAT???" moment of the week...
So, my MIL, Kathy, kept L while C was in school on Monday so I could run to the store in peace. When I was checking out the cashier decided to make small talk. Which is fine with me. I'm from Seminole. I'm used to having a long conversation with strangers who work everywhere. Anyway, I was buying kid products, so she asked how my mothers day was. I said, "Great! We took our kids to an Astro's game" (which is baseball...and yes, it does sound like more of a FATHERS Day, but oh well...)She asked how old my kids were and I told her, 2 and 3 weeks. She then continued to tell me that 3 weeks is to young for that and asked why I wasn't worried. I told her "I didn't know what there was to worry about... It was indoors, and she can sleep on me in my sling as good as she can sleep any where. Besides", I told her, "I don't think my 2 year old and I should have to miss out on new experiences just because I decided to have another baby." She said, "True. But that's too young".
Needless to say I left there wondering who that cashier at HEB thinks she is dishing out advice...I guess that's what got her..never mind- that's too mean to type...
Just a side note- Lyla was awake and in awe most of the game. I believe she loved it as much as a three week old can love anything...
OK. So, agree with her if you want. That is fine. But we did the same thing with Carson and he is fine. But no matter how you feel about taking a baby in public securely attached to your body, I don't feel that it is EVER a strangers job to correct someones parenting style unless asked.
This experience almost outranks the time a complete stranger started wiping the spit up off Carson's mouth...with her HANDS!!!...during flu season...
So that's the end of the weeks update...hopefully a less irritated post will come next Wednesday.
Since that is about all the updates I have I thought I'd share my "SAY WHAT???" moment of the week...
So, my MIL, Kathy, kept L while C was in school on Monday so I could run to the store in peace. When I was checking out the cashier decided to make small talk. Which is fine with me. I'm from Seminole. I'm used to having a long conversation with strangers who work everywhere. Anyway, I was buying kid products, so she asked how my mothers day was. I said, "Great! We took our kids to an Astro's game" (which is baseball...and yes, it does sound like more of a FATHERS Day, but oh well...)She asked how old my kids were and I told her, 2 and 3 weeks. She then continued to tell me that 3 weeks is to young for that and asked why I wasn't worried. I told her "I didn't know what there was to worry about... It was indoors, and she can sleep on me in my sling as good as she can sleep any where. Besides", I told her, "I don't think my 2 year old and I should have to miss out on new experiences just because I decided to have another baby." She said, "True. But that's too young".
Needless to say I left there wondering who that cashier at HEB thinks she is dishing out advice...I guess that's what got her..never mind- that's too mean to type...
Just a side note- Lyla was awake and in awe most of the game. I believe she loved it as much as a three week old can love anything...
OK. So, agree with her if you want. That is fine. But we did the same thing with Carson and he is fine. But no matter how you feel about taking a baby in public securely attached to your body, I don't feel that it is EVER a strangers job to correct someones parenting style unless asked.
This experience almost outranks the time a complete stranger started wiping the spit up off Carson's mouth...with her HANDS!!!...during flu season...
So that's the end of the weeks update...hopefully a less irritated post will come next Wednesday.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Milk anyone???
SO these days people ask me how I'm feeling and most of the time I can control myself well enough to keep from telling the truth, which is "I FEEL like a milk cow." I'm sure this is the same thing every mom feels like with a newborn, but COME ON! How can one little girl eat/drink SOOO much? It's AMAZING!
Speaking of one little girl, here's another question, how can one little girl fart SOOOO much? Now THAT is what is REALLY amazing. I mean seriously, WOW! I can't even count the number of times I've been FOR SURE she needed her diaper changed, but nope. Just gas. Pretty sure she could win ANY contest. So I guess if other things don't work out for her, she'll have that...
Other than Lyla and I producing mass amounts of what we produce, things have been pretty good around here. I have to say, I am suprised how UN-overwhelmed I am with two kids. Looks like those hours I spent awake during pregnancy worried about this were just hours of wasted sleep that I'd die to have back now.
Sleep... how I miss you... Let me clarify, UNINTERUPTED sleep. I really am getting severl hours, at LEAST 6 each night, but I just HATE waking up. Once I'm awake, I'm ok, it's just those few seconds when she starts to cry that I find myself kicking my legs on the bed like a two year old having a tempter tantrum and whining a little about the situation. This is also the time of day when I miss formula. Because at LEAST I could say to Josh, "Your turn".
Speaking of "Your turn" don't all you mom's think that breast feeding is the LEAST God coulda allowed men to do to contribute to this process??? I mean, I'll help, but couldn't they work up a little lactation to at least contribute to this non-stop eating machine? At least a couple times a day... I guess that's why man (which by man, I'm sure it was WOman) invinted the pump...
Speaking of one little girl, here's another question, how can one little girl fart SOOOO much? Now THAT is what is REALLY amazing. I mean seriously, WOW! I can't even count the number of times I've been FOR SURE she needed her diaper changed, but nope. Just gas. Pretty sure she could win ANY contest. So I guess if other things don't work out for her, she'll have that...
Other than Lyla and I producing mass amounts of what we produce, things have been pretty good around here. I have to say, I am suprised how UN-overwhelmed I am with two kids. Looks like those hours I spent awake during pregnancy worried about this were just hours of wasted sleep that I'd die to have back now.
Sleep... how I miss you... Let me clarify, UNINTERUPTED sleep. I really am getting severl hours, at LEAST 6 each night, but I just HATE waking up. Once I'm awake, I'm ok, it's just those few seconds when she starts to cry that I find myself kicking my legs on the bed like a two year old having a tempter tantrum and whining a little about the situation. This is also the time of day when I miss formula. Because at LEAST I could say to Josh, "Your turn".
Speaking of "Your turn" don't all you mom's think that breast feeding is the LEAST God coulda allowed men to do to contribute to this process??? I mean, I'll help, but couldn't they work up a little lactation to at least contribute to this non-stop eating machine? At least a couple times a day... I guess that's why man (which by man, I'm sure it was WOman) invinted the pump...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Say WHAT???
I have had this reaction to several things this week...
First, Monday was my first day on my own. And of course, I didn't get to just get up and enjoy my morning, I had to get up and get two kids fed, dressed, Carson's lunch packed, myself dressed and out the door by 8:30 for C to get to school on time. And did I mention it was the morning after Lyla had her first hard night? Of COURSE! Anyway, we managed, with 20 minutes to spare! Say what?
Monday also included Lyla's two(ish) week check up. And she is doing great! She was down to 6.6 the Monday before but this Monday she was back up to 7lb even. Guess she really is getting what she needs, even when she sleeps a long time at night.
Then came Tuesday... I had survived my first day alone with two and a still somewhat sore c-section incision, then I got to find out that I would be following my first day alone with my first NIGHT alone. It's now Wednesday and I haven't seen Josh really since Monday night since I was dead to the world when he tried to tell me bye Tuesday. Say what???
Tuesday also included my incision check in the Medical district. Since I can't carry Lyla in her carrier and Carson didn't have school, I was really wondering how I was gonna do this without any restraints... But my friend Aubrey saved the day when she said she would come stay with Carson. YEA! THANK YOU AUBREY! Taking Lyla alone was a breeze. Stuck her in my sling and she slept through the whole appointment. Getting taken on and off and everything.
Then the BIGGEST "SAY WHAT" news came... I had to weigh at my appointment and I have lost all my pregnancy weight plus a pound!!!! And I haven't even stopped eating like I'm pregnant yet. Now those of you who know me well know why I'm SO excited. You all know I had to train for and run a whole marathon to get C's weight off. Sixteen MONTHS and 26.2 later, it was gone. But this time I just breast fed. And exercised throughout. And it just came off. By day 11!!! SAY WHAT????
Now, does my lower stomach look good? Well, NO, still swollen and sagging, but I'll work on that later!
First, Monday was my first day on my own. And of course, I didn't get to just get up and enjoy my morning, I had to get up and get two kids fed, dressed, Carson's lunch packed, myself dressed and out the door by 8:30 for C to get to school on time. And did I mention it was the morning after Lyla had her first hard night? Of COURSE! Anyway, we managed, with 20 minutes to spare! Say what?
Monday also included Lyla's two(ish) week check up. And she is doing great! She was down to 6.6 the Monday before but this Monday she was back up to 7lb even. Guess she really is getting what she needs, even when she sleeps a long time at night.
Then came Tuesday... I had survived my first day alone with two and a still somewhat sore c-section incision, then I got to find out that I would be following my first day alone with my first NIGHT alone. It's now Wednesday and I haven't seen Josh really since Monday night since I was dead to the world when he tried to tell me bye Tuesday. Say what???
Tuesday also included my incision check in the Medical district. Since I can't carry Lyla in her carrier and Carson didn't have school, I was really wondering how I was gonna do this without any restraints... But my friend Aubrey saved the day when she said she would come stay with Carson. YEA! THANK YOU AUBREY! Taking Lyla alone was a breeze. Stuck her in my sling and she slept through the whole appointment. Getting taken on and off and everything.
Then the BIGGEST "SAY WHAT" news came... I had to weigh at my appointment and I have lost all my pregnancy weight plus a pound!!!! And I haven't even stopped eating like I'm pregnant yet. Now those of you who know me well know why I'm SO excited. You all know I had to train for and run a whole marathon to get C's weight off. Sixteen MONTHS and 26.2 later, it was gone. But this time I just breast fed. And exercised throughout. And it just came off. By day 11!!! SAY WHAT????
Now, does my lower stomach look good? Well, NO, still swollen and sagging, but I'll work on that later!
Friday, April 23, 2010
One week down!
Well, it's been a week since Lyla arrived. And I just can't begin to describe the difference between this time and last. First off, I have showered EVERY day. And have even been fixing my hair! WHAT??? I'm not sure I even did that before she was born. Last time I think Carson stopped crying long enough for me to get ONE shower in on day FIVE and there was defiantly no hair fixing or make up involved! In fact, I have even painted my finger nails!!! I don't think I have done that for years! I have been getting about 8 hours of sleep EVERY night, last time I think I got 8 hours in the first week combined. My kids nap at the same time so I get 2.5-3 hours of peace every afternoon, last time if C napped this early it was because I was holding him. I am nursing successfully, last time I gave up on day three. Pretty much opposite, like everyone said. It's just that everyone also said Carson was an easy baby. Didn't think it would get EASIER. I am just SO blessed.
However, I was hoping for a week "off" from normal household duties, but Josh's clients didn't really get the memo that he was out for the week so he has been having to work a LOT and I have been taking care of most things still. BOO! Can't a girl get a break after 9 months of misery? LOL! Oh well, Josh has been helping when he can and has been a big help with Carson, which is most important.
Josh has been FANTASTIC at night. He has been getting up every feeding (all of TWO each night) to change her diapers, and to bring her to me and to help me to get situated. Last night he even set up and watched some TV with me, after all, Lyla only woke us up ONCE last night, at 4:30am, so we were really pretty rested. Lyla and I then slept till almost 9. NINE!!!!!!! WHAT?????? WHO IS THIS KID???? I hope she's not autistic. (always my concern any time my kids are too good).
By the way, I meant to say diaperS, because if there is one thing this baby has down it is bad timing. I swear she only likes to poop in a fresh diaper. One night, Josh changed three in a row. We were laughing like crazy. Well, the best laugh I could produce anyway.
Again, I just feel so blessed. For such a sweet baby, for a healthy baby, for Carson who is adjusting well and who LOVES his baby sister SO much and for my husband who is working overtime right now to take care of us in every way he can. And for friends who have been bringing meals to make sure we are eating. What a great beginning to this new adventure!
However, I was hoping for a week "off" from normal household duties, but Josh's clients didn't really get the memo that he was out for the week so he has been having to work a LOT and I have been taking care of most things still. BOO! Can't a girl get a break after 9 months of misery? LOL! Oh well, Josh has been helping when he can and has been a big help with Carson, which is most important.
Josh has been FANTASTIC at night. He has been getting up every feeding (all of TWO each night) to change her diapers, and to bring her to me and to help me to get situated. Last night he even set up and watched some TV with me, after all, Lyla only woke us up ONCE last night, at 4:30am, so we were really pretty rested. Lyla and I then slept till almost 9. NINE!!!!!!! WHAT?????? WHO IS THIS KID???? I hope she's not autistic. (always my concern any time my kids are too good).
By the way, I meant to say diaperS, because if there is one thing this baby has down it is bad timing. I swear she only likes to poop in a fresh diaper. One night, Josh changed three in a row. We were laughing like crazy. Well, the best laugh I could produce anyway.
Again, I just feel so blessed. For such a sweet baby, for a healthy baby, for Carson who is adjusting well and who LOVES his baby sister SO much and for my husband who is working overtime right now to take care of us in every way he can. And for friends who have been bringing meals to make sure we are eating. What a great beginning to this new adventure!
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