Poop Emergency

There is a law that exists in the world of Trish. This law states that whenever one of the kids has a huge poop (and I'm not talking about any poop, just the ones that are out of the world!) I am out in public (always in a mall or store) and I am alone! So the very first time that it happened with Bulldozer I was out downtown at a mall. Some crazy guy showed up and decided to sit down at the table right next to me and start up a conversation on our medical system. Oh no. About twenty minutes into the conversation Bulldozer (when he was just a little guy) starts to cry and I try to give the guy who won't shut up the subtle hint that it's time to do just that. No such luck. He continues to talk even though I am now ignoring him and I pick up Bulldozer to soothe his wails. Without looking (oh have I learned my lesson since then) I hold him up to my chest only to realize that's he's completely covered in poop and look at that, so am I! I put him back down in the stroller (much to his protests) and throw a sweater on top of my poop covered shirt which of course doesn't cover the stench of the bowel movement that's claimed the whole front of my precious yellow shirt. Finally I get to a washroom and change Bulldozer because of course I have a change of clothes for him... For the next 1/2 hour I walk around the mall covered in poop trying to find a place that sells an inexpensive shirt. Hubbby shows up just before I complete my task and do you know what he does? He howls. Yes, in the middle of the mall he laughs at me like there's no tomorrow.
This time it's not Bulldozer that gives me a present. I'm walking through Toys "R" Us with the boys and I smell a very distinctive odour coming from the Wee Little One. After ten minutes of fighting with Bulldozer to go to the washroom and leave all the toys behind, I am surprised to realize that my previously clogged up baby has suddenly unclogged himself! So to make a long story sort of short the clean-up process included an entire roll of paper towel (thanks again Toys "R" Us!), a box of wipes and a very strong Trish that insisted on rinsing out the brand new outfit because it was just too cute to waste. Upon meeting my Hubby later, he shared his feelings that saving the outfit (never mind washing it out in the sink) was dispicable and disgusting! Maybe a little bit of that Dutch is shining through in me!

P.S. I washed the outfit and behold, it's as good as new! Take that Hubby!

Check-In

Last day before Hubby goes back to work. Seems fitting that I'm only going to write a few sentences just to say that I've checked in and then go spend some time with the family. That and do some research on what to do about sibling rivalry. Have a good day!

Chores Of The Past

In my grandmother's day women would have a specific day that they completed a certain task. Wednesdays were wash days, Thursdays ironing and Fridays were spent baking... so on and so forth. I love to hear the stories of my grandmother watching the old soap operas while she ironed the week's clothing. Oh, how so much has changed! Now most Moms work and housework is limited to the weekday nights and week-ends, along with family time, etc... I think even finding a woman who regularly irons her family's clothes is becoming scarce and quite honestly, I don't blame them! So with all that talk about housework I am going to spend the rest of my day sweeping, washing dishes, tidying and doing laundry. The laundry just never ends! We went camping last week-end so we have a huge accumulation of dirty sleeping bags and muddy pants. I'm going to salute the women of the past and make my grandmother proud! Wish me luck.

Biting And Two's

Just the other day Hubby and I were looking up information on the net about disciplining toddlers. Having tried the time-outs and the counting to three's, we felt like we were all out of ideas. One article mentioned a serial biter (a toddler of course) who bit when he was sad, happy and excited! Imagine? I love you... ouch! I laughed (even though biting is far from funny) because Bulldozer is not a biter and parents of a non-biter may find these stories funny... well until their kid bites.

So today while out Bulldozer decided to take a chomp out of his little brother's arm. For what reason? I'm not quite sure. Standing humiliated in the dollar store I had to discipline my two year old in front of all those staring eyes. It's during times like these that I am unsure of what to do and how to act. Where's the line between being too strict or too liberal? How to let your little one know that what he or she did is unacceptable but not to allow them to doubt your love for them? These are the questions.

Missing Monkey Part Two

So when Bulldozer first spotted Bananas (my name for him, probably not the owner's real name for him!) he pointed at him and made a monkey sound. I then asked if the monkey was wet... to which he responded, "no clean"! Good lesson.

Missing Monkey?

This morning I awoke to a monkey on my balcony. As I sleepily walked into the kitchen I could see it just strewn across the balcony and sopping wet from the night's downpour. Now what you may ask, was a little monkey doing sitting on my patio? I too asked that question. However putting all questions aside I placed his soaked body in the sun to dry off and explained to Bulldozer that no, this monkey did not belong to us. Finally about mid-afternoon after a long suntanning period, Mr. Monkey's real identity became known to me. Hubby asked the family downstairs if perhaps this little guy had somehow managed to climb his way up on our balcony. Sure enough Bananas was a certain six year old's favorite companion and had landed up here after he swung him around and around. So we returned said monkey to his owner and told the little dude that if he ever lost anything up here again that he could always come and ask for it back!

A Day Out

You know what's nice sometimes? Just getting away... My very wonderful husband took BOTH kids so I could go out today with a friend for lunch. While he was taking the kids to the pool I was sitting on a terrace drinking a bottle of white wine! While he was at the mall (with both kids) I was sitting at a dessert restaurant pigging out on strawberry/peach crumble and then going to garage sales! Good times. I, Trish, am very thankful for a very wonderful husband!