a saturday mostly about poop.

saturday was a funny day. hollis was up in the night (again) with his cough. i brought him to bed with me and nursed him, assuming that he'd fall asleep quickly (which he usually does)...but instead, he choked on all the mucus he's got floating around in his head right now and then proceeded to vomit/spit up all over me/himself/my bed. fun.  it was 2-something in the morning, so i just stripped him down to his diaper, laid a towel over the wet spot, and let him fall asleep on my body to help calm down his breathing. poor boy. if someone had told me before having kids that i would one day just lay a towel over a big pile of spit up and then sleep on top of it, i would have been horrified. 

when i finally became semi-functional on saturday morning (after consuming approximately one whole pot of coffee), emme pooped her pants. in the nearly 1.5 years of being potty-trained, i think she's pooped her pants like 4 times, all of which were very early on in the process. so, this was unexpected. i tried not to shame her, but i was also pretty bummed out about poop in her big-girl pants with our laundry facility currently compromised by the den renovation. i calmed down fast (really working on this in 2014), fortunately, because 37 seconds after i was done helping her get cleaned up, i noticed hollis making his poop face. good news, since he hadn't pooped in like 4-5 days because he's been sick. i swooped him up and was rewarded with a glob of poop on my hand from the back of his diaper. i carried him gingerly to his changing table where i had him stand so i could deal with a diaper that looked like someone had dumped a whole can of hormel chili into it. he is not a fan of the lay-down diaper change, so i was trying to accommodate that in addition to the aforementioned poop-up-the-back sitch we were dealing with. well. shockingly enough, he decided to sit directly onto his pants/changing pad cover when i was only 3-4 wipes in (this was easily a 7-wipe scenario). so i just brought him to the bathtub. i had to laugh because, seriously, what else can you do with that much poop on your hands (literally and figuratively)?

later in the morning, the kidlets and i drove downtown/east side to drop off a chair we're having reupholstered. there was a random mini-festival going on with a band and sidewalk chalk, so we got out to play for a little while. i will focus on the fact that i did something spontaneous and fun with my two kids and that ek had a fantastic time dancing while hollis thoroughly enjoyed chewing on balls and watching all the activity. i will not focus on what happened when emme ran away from me twice without stopping/flinching when i was screaming at her to stop. nor on the scene we made when i had to drag her bodily back to the car. sigh. you win some, you lose some.