What a Week!!

This last week has been amazingly horrible. I just dont even know where to start. So I'll begin with the most traumatic incident of my life to date:

So I'm downstairs investing a crown...and as I'm rinsing out the leftover investment before it sets up I hear Kevin hollering something fierce...sounds like "Kelllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I need you quick!" So I make it half way up the stairs before he says "Maddie had a cheeseburger and took off her diaper and handed it to me!" (Okay, dont ask me why but cheeseburger is code for poopie, Maddie started it and we sorta let her continue it...we're horrible parents, I get that.) So anyway, Haleigh was asleep and we didn't want her to wake up yet, so I went to fish the extra pack of wipes out of the stroller and as I'm headed back upstairs yet again, I hear this "there may or may not be smears on the carpet, but it's all down her legs and it's nasty" Ugh. Okay, so I hand him the wipes and he says "what....you want me to do what...it's nasty, I dont have anything to get her into after she's clean" so I remind him that there is a full pack of pullups in the bathroom and when the chunks are wiped off just throw her in the shower and hose her down. So then begins the next phase of this magical journey, hosing the kid down and cleaning the pooh off the tub, really a two person job....So anyway, we have a squeaky clean girl and a hidden "smear" to deal with next. Kevin said he saw a "pellet" roll away, so we were searching and searching the floor and we found a wee little splotch on the carpet, and cleaned it pronto. Thus averting further crises right?

The day wears on and we're all playing and happy and getting ready for our nightly car ride, and I leaned over the recliner to do something and my foot landed in something "cool"... not sure what was on the floor I look down and there it was in all it's glory, the missing "contents" of said diaper disaster.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk! I can honestly say that I am probably the only mother in history to have actually stepped on her toddler's bowel movement. Gross!!

So that was trauma #1....Next up is the constipation phase of the week, Madison screaming in pain while trying to "go"... never a fun event. Three days of this so far, and yes we're loading up the prune juice. And yes she is successful, it's just taking quite an effort! (Oh how I miss the newborn days when everything just squirted on out...)

Now we're up to what? Trauma #3? I had to go in for one of those dreaded "woman appointments" this week. Never fun. Never quick either. I had to wait an hour in the waiting room just to get back to the exam room, and in direct contrast to the waiting room, i didn't have enough time to get the paper over my ta-tas before my doc banged on the door to signal that she was about to barge in on me...golly!! So now I have to go have my moles checked because they are changing and growing and generally misbehaving. But I'm not so much worried as I am annoyed that I have to take more time out of my life to sit in yet another waiting room just to have to strip for yet another doctor...why oh why cant these moles be on, say. my hand? Nope...these moles decided to grow on my chest of all places.

Did you think I was finished yet? Me neither...So next up...I woke the other morning to see black spots leading from our back door all the way to my scrapbooking area in our downstairs...black spots. you heard me. You see, it's been rather rainy and gross here this week, and rainy and gross generally translate to dirty kitty feet. That darned cat likes to lounge in my scrapbooking chair during the day, and now i've got a muddy trail to scrub out of my carpet, it's hilarious to see, in all seriousness. I'm going to have to take pictures before I clean it up.

pheeeew...I think I'm done with majorly traumatic events...unless of course you want to consider Haleigh walking to be traumatic. More so for me than for her... She's finally being brave enough to try walking without mommy or daddy standing two feet in front of her. It is terrifying really....

Good thing it's Friday!