Monday, December 10, 2007

Pink Fish and then Some

Today isn't the day Rosie was born, or the day we moved to Waterloo, or even the day I found out I was pregnant again. If I was asked to give today a title, it would most certainly involve the word Poop. I'm in the midst of trying to toilet train William which means poor Rosie - only one month old - lies patiently on our couch while I dab (or should I say soak) up puddles of pee and clean smearings of, yep, you guessed it, off the floor. At one point today if I was picking shards of broken glass off the floor in the kitchen after William dropped a cup from the countertop, only to have him pee in the middle of the mess, right down into his crocks which we wore to keep himself from stepping on glass. This was all while I was trying to wash dishes, prepare lunch and have William fed before Rosie woke up for her 1pm feeding. Just as the mess was cleaned, Scott's yummy sausages in apples and onions was heated up and William and I sat down, she started crying 20 minutes early and ironically, if there is some correlation, William began to pee again in his chair. I can't forget to tell Scott that his leftovers - my new favourite dish - tasted just as delicious as I rapidly stuffed it into my mouth.
We did manage to get pee and poo to end up in the potty - hooray William - usually while reading Christmas books or watching 'just a little bit' (as William loves to say) of a Bob the Builder DVD, all the while Rosie slept soundly upstairs. Just as the day was coming to an end for us and Scott was about to come home, Rosie and I were playing on a blanket in the living room, and William - so I thought - was trying to pee once again in the bathroom, he ran to me screaming because he manged to stick a clump of Silly Putty in his newly cut hair. Its hard to get out! I tugged, he screamed, the car pulled up, he declared he wanted more TV, I said NO, he began wailing, Scott walked in, I took Rosie over to say hi who immediately began to cry as Scott said hello. Somehow we still managed a great dinner and a longer than usual time between bedtime and Rosie's final feed at 10pm - which is now! A crazy day but one that somehow kept me smiling!

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