February 25, 2011

  • Madeleine and Brian are in bed, and Grant and I are watching the Gonzaga - St. Mary's game.  Well, I was also playing Fruit Ninja on my poor broken ipod  (the screen!  it's shattered!  -- but it still works).  Grant had been out in the other room playing.  Then he came to me saying "bee", which is short for "wild naked ba-bee (baby)", which means he's taken his diaper off.  Then he said "pee", which means he wants to go pee pee in the bathroom.  He doesn't actually do it, but just sort of pretends.  So I took him there and sat him up on the potty chair, and THEN I realized that he'd already pooped.  A lot.  And it was all over everything.  All over him, all over me, all over the potty chair....  He had it all over his body, his shirt... his legs... I got his shirt off and it was on his back.... hands.....  my clothes.... oh no.  Yuck!  I asked him where his diaper was, and he pointed to the duplo area and said "there", but it wasn't there.  When I finally got him cleaned up I asked again where it was, and he went to the kitchen garbage can and said "there!", which is better than it could have been.  I checked, and there was quite a lot of poop in it.  I'm still a bit worried that there are bits of poop around the house...  I picked up a suspicious thing off the carpet... and was really disturbed when I went back to the bathroom and saw the terrible mess on the potty chair....    ugh. 

     

    Okay, so no one but me wants to hear about this, but... yuck!  Grant will go around saying "wuck-oh!!!" (yucko) over and over enthusiastically.  I don't think he gets that yuck is not so good. 

    Did I mention that Grant said "down here" as one of his phrases?  And on the way to my mom's he said "big truck", and then when we got there I'm fairly positive he said "grandma home" and then "go" (you can sort of put it together to say that we went to grandma's home).  My mom told me some longer phrase he repeated today, but I can't remember what it is.  Perhaps my mom will remind me. 

    I kind of have a lego project I'm working on, but I'm not that excited about working on it.  I just hardly have any completely free time to concentrate on it, and then it's easier to just play games on the ipod touch.  I suppose that's because it's new, but it's also frivolous.  Well, isn't lego frivolous too?  It feels slightly less frivolous, probably because I'm creating things.  And I get attention for it, which is...  a positive, I guess?  It gets my pride involved, which can be a bad thing.  I can get really mopey at times about it, if my pride has taken a beating.  It's one of my weaknesses. 

    It'll be nice when Al and Ellen come back.  They watch the kids and give me free time, and I think much of my prior building was done on those Mondays when they watched the kids.  It's so nice to have time to be alone and non interrupted.  Grant loves to come eat my pieces, and Madeleine wants to help me, but it has to be done her way, and it's just not working well.  And I feel guilty if I push my kids away to do something frivolous, so -- it hasn't been happening so much lately.  I probably wouldn't think much about it, but I was on such a roll for 6 months or so, and I feel like I ought to keep it up.  Maintain my reputation or something.  But it's all frivolous, and ought not to be a source of guilt or stress.  Or disappointement.

    While I was writing this Grant was eating applesauce, and made a big mess.  He's quite an expert at making big messes.  An expert, I tell you.

    Now he's going around turning on all the lights.  And demanding I help.  And now he wants up.  I better go and be with him.