Today just after I put you down for a nap, you had a complete and total blowout diaper.
Note: if you aren't a parent or haven't spent time around diapers and their contents and are thusly afraid of the contents of diapers, consider yourself warned: you won't want to read this.
You were getting crabby and wanted to play with your lunch rather than eat it, and it was naptime anyway, so I grabbed a binky and we went into your room.
I put you down on the floor so you could climb into your toddler bed, which you did, and you put your head down and I left the room so I could finish making brownies for Daddy for V-day.
You were really quiet, so quiet that I wondered if you'd (shockingly) fallen asleep. Nope, you were sitting up in bed playing with your moose. Fine, as long as you're quiet, I told myself, you can stay right where you are.
About five minutes later I heard one of the many noise-making toys in your room playing Baa, Baa Black Sheep.
I walk in, armed with a sense of humor, and said: "Busted!"
You were standing in front of your bed, but my nose was assaulted by not-a-good smell. I saw on the edge of your comforter something brown that wasn't there earlier.
Oh no.
This is the part where those with a weak constitution or digestive system should stop reading. Really.
I put you on your changing table, surprised that I didn't see anything on the back of your pants. Oh no - it came out the FRONT! Part liquid part solid, I hadn't seen a diaper that bad since the days of breast milk yellow mustard poop (which I never understood - breast milk isn't yellow).
The poop had exceeded the limits of the diaper. To make this briefer, let's just say I used seven wipes and still stripped you down to naked plus a binky and washed you off in the bathtub standing up next to the water faucet. I ended up throwing away the white cotton onesie that was under your sweatsuit. Everything else - your clothes, socks, comforter, pillowcase, changing table cover - they're all in the washer right now covered in spray n' wash.
Now you're in clean clothes, bed stripped down to a clean sheet, new pillowcase, and a blanket. Ten minutes ago when I peeked in you were sitting up with your moose, but now you are laying down fast asleep. I can only imagine you feel so much better.
If you have any doubt that I love you, read this again. Love doesn't look any more real than my willingness to change that disaster diaper.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
Other things you're up to at 22 months
Hi my sweet girl,
Now that I've written what you're doing at 22 months, I have noticed a couple new things.
When you are ready to eat, you say "eat" and climb into your highchair. At first this was a little startling, but now it's funny. It's also great because Daddy and I aren't good with subtlety.
You are getting a bit pickier about what you'll eat, but scrambled eggs, bananas, cheese, and carrots are Ava-pleasers. You sometimes will eat a bite of cauliflower and the tiniest bite of broccoli. Not often though. You don't like ground beef or any other sort of beef. Your Daddy says I've corrupted you because I don't like beef either. I respond, yes, I am so sorry to be saving her from the perils of mass-produced who-knows-what-fed beef. I'm so sorry!
You know exactly one color: pink. I show you other colors, and then ask you, "Color?" You always respond "pink." If life is good seen through rose-colored glasses, I bet it's just as good when the world is pink.
You know how to put on your own socks! I watched you take off your socks, I looked again and one was back on your foot! You looked at me and were about to hand me your other sock to put on, but I said I wanted to see you do it. Sure enough you got it over your foot and pulled it all the way up!
You can also put on shoes! Not your super-cool pink and orange shoes, but your black casual mary janes. You took these out of your armoire this morning, put them on, and then modeled them naked for us. Being that this is a family blog, I opted not to post nudie shots of you just yet and posted the image of you partially dressed instead. Yes, the shoes are on backwards but you didn't seem to mind.
Now that I've written what you're doing at 22 months, I have noticed a couple new things.
When you are ready to eat, you say "eat" and climb into your highchair. At first this was a little startling, but now it's funny. It's also great because Daddy and I aren't good with subtlety.
You are getting a bit pickier about what you'll eat, but scrambled eggs, bananas, cheese, and carrots are Ava-pleasers. You sometimes will eat a bite of cauliflower and the tiniest bite of broccoli. Not often though. You don't like ground beef or any other sort of beef. Your Daddy says I've corrupted you because I don't like beef either. I respond, yes, I am so sorry to be saving her from the perils of mass-produced who-knows-what-fed beef. I'm so sorry!
You know exactly one color: pink. I show you other colors, and then ask you, "Color?" You always respond "pink." If life is good seen through rose-colored glasses, I bet it's just as good when the world is pink.
You know how to put on your own socks! I watched you take off your socks, I looked again and one was back on your foot! You looked at me and were about to hand me your other sock to put on, but I said I wanted to see you do it. Sure enough you got it over your foot and pulled it all the way up!
You can also put on shoes! Not your super-cool pink and orange shoes, but your black casual mary janes. You took these out of your armoire this morning, put them on, and then modeled them naked for us. Being that this is a family blog, I opted not to post nudie shots of you just yet and posted the image of you partially dressed instead. Yes, the shoes are on backwards but you didn't seem to mind.
This morning we visited a parent-run co-op daycare which was quite an adventure! The people were nice, fine for me, perhaps a bit left for Daddy. Either that or the tofu and sauteed veggies for lunch scared him off. We are not quite ready to leave you with other parents just yet - our rule from when you were born was daycare only after you were old enough to tell us what happened during the day.
You should be waking from your nap any minute. I love you stinky-dink!
Mommy
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Twenty-two months
Hi sweet girl,
Yesterday we celebrated your twenty-second month on the planet with a huge party and invited everyone we knew.
Okay, we didn't. But since you won't remember I could still say that and everyone reading this blog would wonder why they weren't invited.
Seriously though, you are doing some fun things now that you are 22 months old.
You unwind the toilet paper six feet into the living room. I can understand the appeal, but since I have to wind it back up, it's not so fun for Mom.
You play with legos and building hugely unstable creations. I try to support them as you build so they don't come tumbling down, but then I wonder if you will learn more if I don't?
You are not quite jumping as in your feet actually leaving the ground but you are SO close! You do love to straddle the arms of the sofa, even though you know we are going to tell you to get down. We don't want to explain the head injury to everyone we know and want to put off that first trip to the Emergency room until you are old enough to climb trees.
You are hooked on your binky...Daddy and I are trying to cut back to just naptime and bedtime but you start looking for it. You see one and say Binky! Binky! Binky! as if your life depended on the ability to chew on it. Yes, chew. You seem to chew on it more than anything, except when you're really tired. Baby Einstein is still a guarantee for a quiet Ava, except the Ava that sees the video cover and says Bay-bee Eye-sty over and over. You have also developed a huge love of the Teletubbies to your dad's chagrin. I don't mind them so much, but he thinks there is something terribly wrong with them.
Bedtime...sometimes it is easy, as in I say "bedtime" and you climb into your toddler bed. You may get up once, but get back in bed without a tear and then go to sleep. Other times you fall asleep next to me, and other times you fall asleep with Daddy watching TV. You sleep a semi-predictable ten or eleven hours at night and one to two hours during the day.
You're really adept at eating with a fork or spoon and like drinking out of a regular cup. You say more please and help please which absolutely delights me. You say "thank you" if I ask you to say it, someday you may say it without prompting!
Your favorite stuffed toy is a moose - but you say mouse - which happened to be my moose for a while before it was yours. You have dozens of words up your sleeves, but my personal favorites are blueberry (bo-lee-da-lee), strawberry (ba-da-lee), and water which for reasons known only to you you call "ba-da-loo." Sometimes you say "wa-wa" but most of the time it's "ba-da-loo." We think you're saying bottle of water, but it's funny regardless.
You color on your artist's easel, adding another swirl each day to the current drawing. I'm pleased to say that you've listened to my admonitions to write "only on the paper." You sometimes sing to yourself as you play, moving things in your room to the living room, dragging cats in laundry baskets across the wood floor. Tonight you entertained yourself by putting your crayons into your laundry basket, picking them up and putting them in a box, then dumping the box back into the laundry basket. I can see the appeal, really I can.
You help me weed in the back yard, taking clover in the bucket and transporting it into your own bucket. You don't get extra credit for stealing my weeds, you know! You love being outside - you point at the back doors - "outside! outside!" If we pitched a tent back there I bet you'd sleep in it with no problem.
Maybe by next month Mommy will have a good camera and can post lots of cool pictures of you before your birthday! Until then, we'll have to settle for the good enough treo shots.
I love you little one,
Mommy
Yesterday we celebrated your twenty-second month on the planet with a huge party and invited everyone we knew.
Okay, we didn't. But since you won't remember I could still say that and everyone reading this blog would wonder why they weren't invited.
Seriously though, you are doing some fun things now that you are 22 months old.
You unwind the toilet paper six feet into the living room. I can understand the appeal, but since I have to wind it back up, it's not so fun for Mom.
You play with legos and building hugely unstable creations. I try to support them as you build so they don't come tumbling down, but then I wonder if you will learn more if I don't?
You are not quite jumping as in your feet actually leaving the ground but you are SO close! You do love to straddle the arms of the sofa, even though you know we are going to tell you to get down. We don't want to explain the head injury to everyone we know and want to put off that first trip to the Emergency room until you are old enough to climb trees.
You are hooked on your binky...Daddy and I are trying to cut back to just naptime and bedtime but you start looking for it. You see one and say Binky! Binky! Binky! as if your life depended on the ability to chew on it. Yes, chew. You seem to chew on it more than anything, except when you're really tired. Baby Einstein is still a guarantee for a quiet Ava, except the Ava that sees the video cover and says Bay-bee Eye-sty over and over. You have also developed a huge love of the Teletubbies to your dad's chagrin. I don't mind them so much, but he thinks there is something terribly wrong with them.
Bedtime...sometimes it is easy, as in I say "bedtime" and you climb into your toddler bed. You may get up once, but get back in bed without a tear and then go to sleep. Other times you fall asleep next to me, and other times you fall asleep with Daddy watching TV. You sleep a semi-predictable ten or eleven hours at night and one to two hours during the day.
You're really adept at eating with a fork or spoon and like drinking out of a regular cup. You say more please and help please which absolutely delights me. You say "thank you" if I ask you to say it, someday you may say it without prompting!
Your favorite stuffed toy is a moose - but you say mouse - which happened to be my moose for a while before it was yours. You have dozens of words up your sleeves, but my personal favorites are blueberry (bo-lee-da-lee), strawberry (ba-da-lee), and water which for reasons known only to you you call "ba-da-loo." Sometimes you say "wa-wa" but most of the time it's "ba-da-loo." We think you're saying bottle of water, but it's funny regardless.
You color on your artist's easel, adding another swirl each day to the current drawing. I'm pleased to say that you've listened to my admonitions to write "only on the paper." You sometimes sing to yourself as you play, moving things in your room to the living room, dragging cats in laundry baskets across the wood floor. Tonight you entertained yourself by putting your crayons into your laundry basket, picking them up and putting them in a box, then dumping the box back into the laundry basket. I can see the appeal, really I can.
You help me weed in the back yard, taking clover in the bucket and transporting it into your own bucket. You don't get extra credit for stealing my weeds, you know! You love being outside - you point at the back doors - "outside! outside!" If we pitched a tent back there I bet you'd sleep in it with no problem.
Maybe by next month Mommy will have a good camera and can post lots of cool pictures of you before your birthday! Until then, we'll have to settle for the good enough treo shots.
I love you little one,
Mommy
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