Thanksgiving lunch

Yesterday was Will's Thanksgiving Lunch at daycare and parents/grandparents were invited to attend. I was scheduled to meet Grandma at the school shortly before noon so we could watch the kids do some last minute dancy-dancing before lunch.

When I got to the classroom, I was accosted by many tiny people wearing the most adorable Indian hats--complete with feathers--and a beautiful spread of Thanksgiving lunch, complete with all the necessary sides. But Tiny was nowhere to be found. The bathroom door was only open a crack, but I could see his little striped arms going nuts, so I figured he was almost done and I could surprise him when he came out. So I waited.

And waited.

People were starting to sit down to eat, so I finally went to check on him. As I approached the door I could hear sobbing. Opening the door, I immediately saw a pair of poop-streaked and completely saturated underpants. Then I saw a sock and a shoe. Sitting precariously on the toilet seat was the sock mate, preparing to say good-bye cruel world and end it all.

Then I turn to see my sweet little Will, going commando with his pants on backwards and soaking wet but his little Indian headress and feathers completely unscathed, sobbing because he had an accident. Which he blamed on his shoes. I got him calmed down and cleaned up, all while reassuring him I wasn't mad, and he proudly told me his socks didn't get wet.

Thank God for that.

We wound up having a wonderful time: the food was really good, the kids were really funny and Will felt pretty special having both Grandma AND Mom show up.

That's Jenny behind Janice--I have the most awesome picture of Jovie being thuggish but don't want to post it unless I get permission.

Playtime with Kylie

A couple more recent shots, this time with Kylie.

Will & Kylie practicing chopsticks.

More fun from Easter. I think Kylie's drowning? Or Will is planning some sort of attack. You can never tell.

Also, we were bathtub poop-free last night. Of course, bathtime only lasted 7 minutes. I had a very unhappy little boy.

Caddyshack III & IV: Poop Harder

Sigh. Much like Harry Potter book seven, this sequel will have to be split into two.

Will pooped in the tub on Sunday. This time was more of a chocolate chip cookie consistency. I'm not afraid to tell you, dear reader(s), that if I hadn't been watching his mouth, I'd actually have thought he'd simply regurgitated said cookie. I promise, it's not as weird as it sounds since he actually had just eaten one.

Last night's tub-time was poop-free. I thought I was in the clear.

Tonight was another bath night, since Will broke in the crabbox after dinner. I thought we'd be poopless since I had to change a dirty diaper before he went in the tub; you'd think I'd know better. To make matters worse, he waited until all the water had drained, so there was just this... mass... of poop sitting in my nice clean tub. BTW, the cleaning ladies came today, which makes this whole thing even better!

So, what is it? What's causing this? The past two times there've been NO indication or warning and, like I said, I'm trying to wait until after the night-time poop before bathing. Is it the warm water in the tub loosening up the bowels? Should I just keep using cooler water with each bath? What happens when its summer time and we go to the pool?

For the record, this isn't in any of my parenting books.

Caddyshack 2: Eccentric Poopaloo

It was cute the first time. Mainly because I made Jason clean it up. The second time? I'm stuck scrubbing the poop deck and it's not nearly as cute. It wasn't quite as.... firm as last time. The Baby Ruthness of it wasn't present. This is really going to slow down the visitation at Casa de Carter if potential visitors think the tub might have recently been confused with a very large bidet.

I think Will was trying to give me cues. Last time he just stopped playing and started pushing; this time he repeatedly tried to get out of the tub, even though we were nowhere close to being done (Yes, even Will's bathtime has a routine; it works for us). Looking back at it, his face clearly said "OK, lady, you're asking for it".

Today was also Picture Day at school. Some of you may know that Will doesn't usually participate in this b/c School has the photographers come on Thursday when Will isn't there. Not this time, though: this time, Picture Day was Wednesday! Having been given advance notice, I dressed Will in a Cute Outfit: light blue polo shirt, light brown cords--it was cold this morning, shut up--and argyle socks. You are allowed to make fun of me for the argyle socks. When I dropped him off, his fellow BBRmates were in the midst of the picture-taking festivities, one little boy dressed in his sweater vest (!) sitting quietly in the center of artfully arranged, scary-large Crayolas. I was excited for Will's picture moreso with the bruise on his cheek.

Sidenote: Will had his first Accident Report at School yesterday. He fell against a lightweight bookshelf and has a shadow of a bruise on his cheek. The timing was perfect since it was just in time for Picture Day and I can have a shot of Will next to the one of Toddler Me wearing boxing gloves and sporting a black eye. I'm obviously not very worried about his Accident Report.

Anyway, I left Will happy and in line for Pictures in his cute little frat-boy-meeting-his-girlfriend's-parents Sunday best. When Jason picked him up, Will was wearing his spare clothes. Apparently he pitched a fit whenever the photographers tried to get a shot of him, so Will is still without pictures and his perfect little outfit is covered in strawberry yogurt.

Man, I really built that story up with very little for the ending. I fear that Bethany Stories will now be replaced as Jill Stories.

Caddyshack

What is Will's favorite movie?

On Wednesday, the 17-month anniversary of the date of Will's birth, I gave him a bath to celebrate this momentous milestone. We did some Dump The Cup; we did some Ernie on a Boat; we did some "A Pirate Says Arrr", complete with pirate ship and Pirate Uniqua. As we're finishing up, I noticed that Will stopped doing anything. And grunted. Twice.

I KNOW we don't have any Baby Ruth bars in the house.... But, oh, how I wish we did.

ETA: Jason didn't put the memory card back in the damn camera! I made him take a picture to commemorate this for Bethany! Curses!

Ew, ew, ew

I think I just peed on my foot, y'all.

I finished up my business, pulled up my pants, and the hem of my pants leg is wet. I looked down and I think the toilet had a leak or something because the ground was wet.

Please tell me I didn't just pee on my foot.

However, this reminds me of a great Jason story. That will follow shortly.