Moving Right Along

I was having a perfectly pleasant night. The kids had a great dinner, a treat, and they were each contentedly munching on apples. (Monkey is clearly about to shoot up in height again. The sentence she says most these days: “But I’m still hungry!”) I had managed to get a meal cooked for later in the week and empty the dishwasher. The girls took their apples into the other room; I sat down to start my dinner and try for the umpteenth time to finish The Omnivore’s Dilemma — when Bun waddled into the room with her diaper around her ankles.

Two baths, about a half hour of crying about her tummy hurting (damn, you, Augmentin), plus the most disgusting BM I have experienced in my time as a mom (at least it was all in the “little potty”, her training potty), and I was totally wiped out.

I’m very grateful that DearDR bathed the kids Sunday night, because Monkey just got a quick wipe down (hands, face, lady business). I usually wash her hair the nights before she goes to school, but I did not have it in me last night. I wish I knew how to do braids — or that she would stand still for them.

Bun has definitely turned the corner, though, health wise. She’s napping again and eating well. I have to remember to keep her away from juice until she’s done with the antibiotic. Because I do not want to face what I faced tonight ever again. If it can be helped.

Addendum: Bun is also climbing out of her crib. This is a new development as of this past weekend, and something that Monkey never did. So I guess we’ll be buying a big-girl bed this weekend. I’m not clear how we’re going to be keeping her in that.

Oh, Crap

No, literally.

Bun has gone to the little colon who couldn’t to the little colon who cannot stop. I think she poos a little every time she coughs. I must have changed 12 diapers today (and DearDR did another two or three).

On the plus side, Bun doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort; she’s a little red, and we are applying liberal amounts of Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. The very liquid poo is completely odorless, if still utterly gross. And to face it 15 times a day. Well, you can imagine.

Also, I am in a heap of trouble, so Oh, Crap, figuratively, too.

On Thursday, Bun took a short nap. On Friday, at DCL’s she took an even shorter one — about 1/2 hour according to DCL. Today, no nap. Not only no nap — climbed out of the crib. Poo’ed on the glider, on the pad underneath the seat cushion of all things (she took the cushion off and cast it on the floor). At least I don’t have to try to clean that cushion. But: GROSS.

I have no clue what I will do with two toddlers (is 4 years old still toddlerhood?) up all day. I am hoping that the no nap is a blip, an anomaly, and once she feels better, Bun will continue to nap, at least until summer. By summer, if all goes to plan (hey, you, quit laughing) Monkey and Bun will be sharing a room, and quiet time will be initiated. Quiet time will not necessarily have to be quiet (or not totally quiet) but it will have to be confined to their room. For an hour. Maybe two.

I can pretend this is a valid plan. Don’t interrupt my daydream, please.