To The Doctors We Will Go

So we've finally decided that we're going to the Wee Little One's Doctor to follow-up on his constipation issues. It's been about two and a half months since we've started solid foods and ever since then he's been completely blocked up! We've tried everything, from prunes, to bottles of water to laxatives that are safe for babies. Which brings me to my next point... this morning Hubby called the Doctor's office to try to get an appointment for today. The secretary grilled him left, right and center. I know it's her job but it was very rude. While he was explaining what was wrong she cut him off and said, "is that all yet?" Then she kept suggesting all of the things that we have already tried. It's frustrating because we've been aware of the situation for awhile (and we've been through it, albeit less severe, with our first child) and it's not like we haven't taken all the necessary measures! No bananas... check. Water... check. Prunes... check. On top of that she gave us heck for asking the Pharmacist about laxatives, we were supposed to call the Doctor's office first! With so much clogging up of the system it seemed reasonable to consult a qualified medical professional that has studied medicine! Anyway I'm happy because we finally are going to get everything checked out and make sure he's okay. Wish us luck!

Amusing Anecdotes

Sometimes I am so glad that all the "funny" things happen to my husband and not me! For instance, shortly after my Hubby started his paternity leave I thought I was overdue for a day of shopping. I left him with both boys and he decided he would take them out for lunch. I'm sorting through racks of clothing when he texts me that he "peed all over his leg"!!! I burst out laughing in the middle of the store, much to the amusement of the people around me! So naturally I call him back to ask him what happened (I mean besides peeing all over himself) and this is what he tells me: He has wee little one in the stroller beside him at the urinal... Bulldozer is standing next to him when all of a sudden he bumps him. Hubby then proceeds to sprinkle (actually I mean more like shower) all the way down his leg! See what happens when I leave him alone for a few minutes!

Then today I get back from the Doctor and we're sitting on the couch catching up when totally out of nowhere Bulldozer decides he should bite Hubby's, ummmm, penis! He never bites! What prompted the kid to take a bite out of Daddy, I still don't understand. Of course I obligingly told him "we don't bite!" but inside I was falling apart with laughter.