How sad is it that I now have two blogs about POO? This one may be slightly worse than the first story. No, nobody got poo'd on, BUT... it still might be worse. So yesterday morning was very busy. I have been exhausted because I don't think my thyroid medication is at the right dose, plus we just had a very busy weekend with a wedding that both Ehee and I were in. The baby got up early and Ehee took him out of his crib by 6 am. Generally, I leave him in there, awake or not, until 6:30 am so I can finish getting myself ready before I get him ready. Yesterday this did not happen; I had to worry about what he was doing while trying to get myself ready. It was hectic to say the least. We moved the high chair into the bedroom so he could be contained while I did my makeup.
So at about 6:45 am (please note I am now running late) I get the pig out of his chair and put him on the bed to get him ready. When I go to change his diaper, he has three little rabbit turds which I was not expecting. I put the diaper to the side, wipe his butt, put some cream on it because it was a bit red, took another clean wipe and wiped his booger nose, put them all together in the diaper, folded it up and took it to the garbage can. I fed him, put his clothes on and we left the house at 7:20 am. LATE.
Cut to later that evening when Ehee is getting ready for bed. I am sitting in the front room with T-money, watching GLEE when I hear profanity coming from my bedroom. "GODDAMNIT! ARE YOU F'ING KIDDING ME?" Uh-oh. I knew I was in trouble for something. Out stomps Ehee MAD, holding out his hand. In his hand, one of the three rabbit turds that had rolled out of the diaper and onto the comforter. Apparently in my rush, I totally missed it and it fell out on HIS side of the bed.
Now I know this is wrong, but I couldn't help but start laughing. And then T-money started laughing. This did not please my already angry husband. "THERE IS POO IN MY BED". Yes, yes there is. I laughed harder. He stomped away and went to bed and hasn't spoken to me since. Now, I know that I was wrong to laugh, and I know that I would be pretty upset had I found poo in my bed, but in the scheme of life, if the worst thing that happens to you is you find a rabbit turd ball on your comforter, I think you have things pretty good.
Just a short update on T-bill. He is now nine and a half months old. He can stand and walk on his knees, he can walk using a little walker device, he can wave and give high five. He is also eating anything you put in front of him and he still has the sweetest little personality. He has gotten to the phase where he will throw a tantrum when I leave his sight, but for the most part, he is a happy little boy. I can't wait for Halloween and his costume! I will update with his pictures then. I hope everyone has a great week and that none of you find poop in your sheets =)
